Memoir

We Were Lovers Before Light - Novel
Dedication For Her, Who Forgot She's Beautiful You think you're not special but you are stardust with a heartbeat.
By Zeeshan Hakim7 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation : Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 5
She was surviving, not living - until healing showed up in red lipstick, quiet prayers, and belly laughs. This is a story of becoming whole, one small act at a time.
By Yvey Essen7 months ago in Chapters
3-2-1-0 - Countdown
Introduction Although it's not really a special number, I like the 3,210 descending sequence, and it is an excuse to use Lindsey Buckingham's excellent "Countdown" song, which has been a favourite of mine since I first heard it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 3
There is a weight heavier than grief .. The weight of shame you were never meant to carry. After the dust of my divorce had settled and I’d begun to find my footing, I noticed something lurking beneath my progress. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t fear.
By Yvey Essen8 months ago in Chapters
Let me tell you a story — a story about a girl who once hated pink.
She was an energetic, dreamy girl who loved crafts, art, colors, and imagination. She used to be unique in every way — especially in her own style. She loved experimenting with different hairstyles and wore whatever made her feel radiant and comfortable. And yes, she wore a lot of pink.
By Mindmaze8 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Paths to Wholesome Freedom
The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket - but the kind that echoes. The kind that reminds you of absence. The kind that sits across from you at the dinner table and dares you to say something. Anything.
By Yvey Essen8 months ago in Chapters
Idiopathic Idiot
Oiy, I must be hungover. But it was just one little wine cooler—I shouldn’t be hungover. My eyes are killing me, though. Look left, and it stabs. Look right, and it stabs. Up and down stab, too. There’s a dull ache behind them. It hurts so bad, I’m thinking about calling into work. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give it a solid seven. Anything above a six for me is pretty bad. What’s a ten? A ten means I’m in the hospital.
By Elizabeth Smith8 months ago in Chapters
Idiotopathic Idiot
My heart is jittery, hands sweaty as I hold the roughed-up green folder that’s barely holding it together and filled to the brim with my life story. My one in one-hundred-thousand in one-hundred-thousand story. Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision. Naturally, my head hurts. There’s pain in the back of it, behind my eyes, and my ears are ringing.
By Elizabeth Smith8 months ago in Chapters
A Quiet Kind of Strength
Some people roar when they rise. They stand tall, shout their truth, and let the world know they made it through. And then there are people like me—who never screamed, who never asked for the spotlight. People whose strength was silent, slow, and often unseen.
By Essa8 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl8 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle8 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective8 months ago in Chapters