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Footprints in the Slurry. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
I met Mario out dancing at a nightclub in Pleasure Island, Downtown Disney, on the last night of a vacation with my cousin, Cathy. He told me his name, but it got lost in the reggaeton, and I didn’t hear it again until a couple of hours later when we exchanged phone numbers. Since then, I’ve only ever said it out loud seven times.
By Nicky Frankly2 years ago in Chapters
Therapy's house
I have written this ten times, deleted, restarted and began again eleven times. It will never become what I want it to be. A story of a willful, head strong, clueless, independent, curious person who loved books, reading and awkward writing more than anything else. I wanted to lock myself away and read books for the rest of my life. But very much so very unfortunately, one has to do the required status quo and do life.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
Under the Florida Sun
Prologue- June 23, 2014 A long time ago someone, history remembers as unknown said. "Under the Florida sun is the best place to be." I think they were right. Because there's no place, I'd rather be than sitting on the shores of Grasshopper Lake with my toes dancing in warm grains of sugar sand feeling lake water run up along my feet before circling around my ankles while my eyes look out across the ripples of water in front of me for gators breaking the surface like branches floating.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Chapters
Transgenderism and Me
Realizing that I'm trans man took longer then I thought. Before then, I identified as non-binary. Something that made me feel a little better. But, not too much. There was this strange feeling that I had underneath the vague sense of relief. I guess it had been dysphoria?
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
BANG BANG//: Chapter 1) Roll-Call. Content Warning.
Watercolor by Halston Williams. PROLOGUE: Brain Painted Is this the setting of the next great American Novel, these corridors peppered with bullet-holes, blackened with shock of powder? Should these hallways, decked with finger-paintings and crayon creations, conceal the gore of these classrooms? a splat from how many children's heads and hearts?
By Rob Angeli2 years ago in Chapters
Gone Too Soon
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
A River Of Tears
Less than three hours southwest of Madrid lies a valley called Valle de Jerty, in the province of Caceras, in Extremadura. The valley is well known in Spain, not so much outside of the country, for its stunning natural beauty, massive acreage of cherry blossom, and turbulent, rocky rivers.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Chapters
Magic in the Northern Lights
Have you ever seen something so miraculous that the very moment takes your breath away? It's been 8 months and I’m still out of breath somehow. I started my travel journey in December of 2022 finally seeing my girlfriend after 3 long years of covid lockdowns. We traveled throughout Germany for the new years, and I saw the beauty of the country. Though the journey was full of wonderful experiences, I began to see the cracks in the foundation of our relationship. After a few short weeks, constant fights and incompatibilities I decided it was better to go our separate ways.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Chapters
French Kiss
The flight attendant dimmed the cabin lights hours ago. Only three reading lights glowed, casting an eerie pall on the few passengers under them who, like me, couldn’t sleep. The man behind me was awake and staring out the window as I stood and pirouetted toward the lavatory. He turned in his seat and looked up at me, the spitting image of William Shatner in the Twilight Zone episode “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet,” which I had watched two days earlier. He had the same pensive way of lifting the inner corners of his eyebrows, His hair was razor cut around the ears and nape, combed away from his face. Almost everyone else on the airplane was dressed in jeans, but he wore a charcoal suit with his tie still knotted. I hoped he wasn’t seeing little gremlins scurrying on the wings, trying to disable the plane. He smiled at me, and murmured, “Something is on the wing.” Damn, I thought. I knew it! I knew this would go badly. I must have looked like I had not understood him, because he repeated what he said: “Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle.” Relieved, I whispered, “Good night to you, too, Monsieur.” Thank God there were no hairy gremlins far above the Atlantic Ocean, only the twinkling lights that made us visible in the velvet night as we sliced through it toward Paris. My jitters were a product of my active imagination --- and what I had done.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler3 years ago in Chapters
