Autobiography
"Suburban"ites
My son has his learner's permit, and he's a better driver than I am. He sometimes forgets to check his speed, but he is more cautious and less likely to fly into road rage than his old man. Speaking of which, my cell phone died this week, and we went to Wally World to get me a new one. He was checking out the Hot Wheels aisle while I looked at the Tracfones, and when he walked over to join me, he wasn't sure where I was. I'd shaved off my light brown hair that morning and was left with the gray stubble shorter than my beard--quite shocking for everyone around me. My boy's first words to me that day were, "Why are you bald?"
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Chapters
Story of the Greatest Chess Player to Ever Live
Bobby Fischer, born on March 9, 1943, in Chicago, was a chess prodigy whose extraordinary talent and troubled life captivated the world. Raised in Brooklyn by his single mother, Regina Fischer, Fischer’s early years were marked by financial hardship. Regina, a Swiss émigré of Jewish descent, struggled to make ends meet after her divorce from German biophysicist Hans Gerhardt Fischer. Fischer's early experiences were colored by poverty, a factor that would shape his future in profound ways.
By Horace Wasland2 years ago in Chapters
To all my fellow creators
Why do you share your work and journey with your social network? Nobody cares about what you do in your life. ⏩This! How often do we come across this statement? The argument for instant gratification that we gain while sharing glimpses or content about our journeys being detrimental for us, in the long run, is completely valid. The validation that we crave from external realms often stems from a lower sense of self-esteem.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
A Teenagers View
I am only 16 years old, yet I have questioned these exact things countless times. I have looked into the mirror, and not known who or what I really saw. You may be thinking ‘thats natural for a teenager, they are bound to question themselves because that is the process of finding yourself’ and maybe your right. Maybe this was me finding out what made me, me. Or maybe this was a young girl questioning every aspect of her human soul. Finding every flaw, every problem and destroying any hope she had or would ever have for humanity and for the world.
By Izzy Kittie 2 years ago in Chapters
Justice Department to Appeal Dismissal of Trump Classified Documents Case
Introduction The U.S. Justice Department has announced its decision to appeal a recent court ruling that dismissed the criminal case against former President Donald Trump. The case revolves around accusations that Trump illegally retained classified documents after his tenure in office.
By Komal Ghotra2 years ago in Chapters
America Wanted to Kill Us: A Cry Out from a Black Family
America is known as the land of opportunity and a place where some can experience what is called the American Dream. However, for people that look like me, those descriptions don’t quite resonate with our lived experiences in the place we once called home.
By Marlon Jones2 years ago in Chapters
From Hope To Heartache
When I was just 13, my world began to unravel. My mom fell seriously ill and lost her job. At the time, I was in the 10th grade, navigating the challenges of high school. My older sister took over my mom's job, trying to keep us afloat, while I continued attending school, grappling with the growing unease at home.The following year, our worst fears were confirmed: my mom was diagnosed with cancer. It was a devastating blow. That year turned into a relentless nightmare. Mom's condition worsened rapidly. She was in and out of the hospital, each visit marking a new decline in her health. Her hair fell out, her weight plummeted, and her skin grew increasingly pale, to the point where she started resembling a ghost of her former self.By July of that year, we lost her. Her passing marked the beginning of a new kind of torment for me, one that felt like living in hell.To be continued...
By Philadelphia Sibiya2 years ago in Chapters
