Memoir
It Wasn't the First Time I Had Died
Previously it had been about my own hopes & dreams, a recognition & accepting that my life was not my own but that I had been called by another to a purpose far more debased. Not that I couldn’t have chosen my own path—I most certainly was free to do so—but it wouldn’t have gone well.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 years ago in Chapters
Freedom, at long last!
I had a troubled youth. That is the only safe way to express that. Shortly after I turned 15 we moved into a house that we had to share with another human. I use the term 'human' lightly, as this particular person would constantly make all of my friends uncomfortable, particularly those of the feminine variety (I've had issues with trusting males my entire life). This 'human' worked as a security guard, as well, and had access to firearms.
By Dave Rowlands3 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
My Lady in Blue
I watch you sitting on the edge of the bed stretching your nude stockings up and over those long smooth legs. The first one passes right above the dark mole God placed just to the left of your knee, the color softening a bit when he pressed against your pale skin.
By Susana's World3 years ago in Chapters
Anxiety Is My Friend
My life, up to this point, had been a perpetual cycle of shit. I was used to the world throwing me curve balls and constantly knocking me down. I expected it. As my mom always told me, “Expect the worst, hope for the best.” I was 18 by now, a solid 6 months into only my second job ever.
By Tiffany Fairfield3 years ago in Chapters
