Autobiography
Dancing With The Devil
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. YOU DIRTY ROTTEN THIEF. I was fast asleep in an old dusty caravan on the rural outskirts of Sydney. My four children were tucked up fast asleep in their bunks. Their school clothes were neatly ironed and hung up for the morning, when I’d drive them to their schools.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Chapters
Costco's Best 7 Relieving Goodies, According to a Dietitian
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By John Biz243 years ago in Chapters
Gone Too Soon. Top Story - September 2023.
A Bridge to Hell I lifted the recent photo from my office desk and thought of my great day with my children. We had spent the last days of summer together on Lake Keowee boating. We didn't know it would be the last day the three of us spent together. Though imperfect at times, they had overcome and survived the antics and hazards of their teen years.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Chapters
Next Chapter - Magnetic Love?
I have fallen deeply in love three times during my life so far, and they were all intense affairs that ended with unresolved feelings. The first time was with my ex-husband. It lasted over 28 years and was a rollercoaster of incredible proportions, marked by some great loving, caring and appreciation at the beginning, and resentment, anger, and frustration at the end. When we finally parted there were still a lot of attraction, but much sadness between us.
By Elaine Sihera3 years ago in Chapters
I am Climaxing Right Now...
We've all heard the jokes about getting an English degree. The difference from a large pizza? The pizza can feed a family of four. Why is the president calling? To get a new analysis of Hamlet, obviously. And so on. As such, when I was nearing the end of my undergrad, I needed a plan for skipping the starving part of starving artist.
By Matthew Daniels3 years ago in Chapters
Red
I was well past the reasonable age for a child to know her parents' names when I learned that my father's name was, in fact, Jeffrey and not Red, a moniker coined in his childhood. The nick-name had stuck throughout his life, unlike the vibrant color of his hair from which the name originated. In my lifetime I have only known his dusty no-longer-even-strawberry blonde hair, that fades further with each year.
By Sam Rogers3 years ago in Chapters
One Day When I Was a Senior
When coming up with ideas for this prompt, I thought of quite a few stories. Some were unfortunately too short to fit the word requirement, and some that I was afraid would make others embarrassed. Then I remembered something that I believe I only told a couple of people, one of whom was the Vice-Principal. So strap yourselves in, for congratulations you lucky reader, you are in for an interesting tale! Hopefully, I guess it would be up to you whether it is interesting or not.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Chapters
Breaking Free
I remember the summer of 2021. Beautiful warm weather, sunny skies as waves crash and mist the air. Life felt simple. Life, felt simple. This was one of the first times in my life that I had felt as though I was truly living my life. Trying new things, doing things for myself, not only doing what was expected of me. There was a change coming.
By Connor Stermer3 years ago in Chapters
Close to Home
As my stocking feet move through the hall to Albert’s closet, I am keenly aware I am doing something unforgivable. Reaching onto the shelf, I peer at the tiny letters on the pharmaceutical bottles, looking for the sedative that starts with Z. Here it is. I can smell the persimmons ripening in the next room on the windowsill. Peeking past the threshold and around the piano, I see the ridiculous sign duct-taped below a procession of rotund, orange fruits awaiting their fate. Scrawled in black sharpie, the sign reads, “Do not partake in the persimmons!”
By April Cope3 years ago in Chapters
Hazrat Khwaja Moinuddin Chisti
Hazrat Moinuddin is the head of the circle and the founder of the chain of Chishtiyya in the Hindu sub-continent. He was in the service of Khwaja Usman Haruni, may God bless him and grant him peace, for 20 years while traveling and in the city, and used to supervise his gold clothing. After that he blessed you with the blessing of Khilafah.
By mir quadeer sultan3 years ago in Chapters
