Memoir

Title: A Symphony of Rain
**Title: A Symphony of Rain** ### 1. **The First Drop** It was the silence before the storm that caught Anna's attention. The air, thick with the weight of something impending, seemed to hold its breath. She stood by her window, staring out at the pale, overcast sky that stretched endlessly above the small town. All day, the clouds had gathered, slowly knitting together in a heavy, grey mass.
By Mahalakshmiabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Chapter 4
Upon nearing the entrance to the city, we were greeted by calls from high on the top of the wall. I looked up to see what I assumed were black-garbed guards, waving down at us. Beyond the horizontal line of bubbles was the entrance to the city. A large gate opened outward by two doors, golden with protruding artwork in the shape of a large decorative shield – the same design upon the shield that CiCi held on her forearm. Above the wall, several large strange structures sat near the guards, and I noted some of the guards had long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows. I was staring at the strange arches, and large metal tubes that sat on rotating pivots, wondering what they were, when it seemed Vivian read my mind.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between: Table Of Contents
Prologue Free Chapter 1: The Fall of the Kobayashi Clan Free Hidden Chapter: Soul Sister With The Seafoam Scales Chapter 2: Alice And the Tisin Free Chapter 3: Arriving At Warrior City.Free Chapter 4: The Girl Who Talks Too Fast And Heals With Wind Free Chapter 5: Limbo School And Mr. Claus Chapter 6: Battle Training A Day Interrupted Chapter 7: A New Enemy Discovered Chapter 8: Confusion, Chaos, and Communication Hidden Chapter: A Snow Day Chapter 9: A Secret Revealed Hidden Chapter: The Pools Of Reflection Chapter 10: The Call of War Chapter 11: Moments That Will Never Heal or be Forgotten Hidden Chapter: Grief and Healing Chapter 12: Healing Moments Chapter 13: Love Finds A Way Chapter 14: When Friendship Conquers Death Chapter 15: Acknowledgement Chapter 16: The Gateway Chapter 17: The Battle Never Forgotten Chapter 18: Saying Goodbye is Never Easy Epilogue: Endings are Always Beginnings
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
Memoirs Of The In-Between Chapter 3
I looked at Alice, Malakaii, and the people around me before I fell hard to the ground. The entirety of my body hurt and that thing, I realized must have been one of those tainted souls that Malakaii had explained to me briefly before. I was angry at the fact that I had just killed a person. Still, that spirit had been going after Alice; it was either us or it. Even I can’t deny that I’d rather kill than be killed again. I looked at Alice now, who ran towards me. She was laughing with tears of relief in her eyes, and the flowers in her arms whipping up and down as she ran at me, kissing her cheeks with each step. She fell on her knees in front of me and threw her face into my chest. I quickly put the blade down, ignoring the twang of pain that separation from Estrakulius caused and the physical agony that the pressure Alice put on me created. I wrapped my arms around the little girl and felt like a fussy grandmother as I lifted her up and began to inspect her for wounds.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Chapters
The Nakba
**A Village Remembered: The Massacre of Deir Yassin (April 9, 1948)** Deir Yassin was a small Palestinian village with about 750 residents. It became a tragic example of the violence during the struggle for land. The village was attacked despite a previous peace agreement with nearby Jewish settlements. This resulted in the brutal killing of around 100 civilians, mainly women, children, and the elderly. One survivor, Dawud Assad, who was 18 at the time, remembers the horror and the forced expulsion that followed.
By THiNKabout a year ago in Chapters
Seeing Through Elena's Eyes: A Journey of Empathy and Understanding Through Queer Representation
In the vast sea of media I’ve consumed throughout my life, one particular moment stands out as a turning point in my understanding of queer representation and the broader LGBTQ+ experience. This moment didn’t occur during a grand cinematic spectacle or in a pivotal novel. Instead, it came from a simple, yet profoundly moving episode of a TV show that I initially tuned into for its humor and lightheartedness, not expecting it to challenge and reshape my views so fundamentally.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a year ago in Chapters
Today
Today Amazing, word-backed by the past and ready to be the future. This word became a treasure for me. I lived this word, not over an entire day but in some moments throughout the day. I got why I was lacking and what I was lacking. It would not be expressed in words, but it would be in my actions. Because I lived this term without fear of tomorrow, not even considering the past.
By Shraddha Bhosaleabout a year ago in Chapters
Today
Amazing, word-backed by the past and ready to be the future. This word became a treasure for me. I lived this word, not over an entire day but in some moments throughout the day. I got why I was lacking and what I was lacking. It would not be expressed in words, but it would be in my actions. Because I lived this term without fear of tomorrow, not even considering the past.
By Shraddha Bhosaleabout a year ago in Chapters
Today's Story
Today Amazing, word-backed by the past and ready to be future. This word became a treasure for me. I lived this word, not within a whole day but in just some moments, the whole day. I got why I was lacking and what I was lacking. It would not be expressed in words, but it would be in my actions. Because I lived this term without tomorrow's fear, not even considering the past.
By Shraddha Bhosale2 years ago in Chapters
Perfectly Damaged. Content Warning.
The trunk slammed banging hard against the suitcase that took up the entire space. Passport? Check. Boarding Pass? Check. Wrap? Check. Currency? Check. She had everything she needed. The sun was just setting as Pen set off to Los Angeles International Airport with her parents. She took a deep breath to calm herself. The flight was long but this was the start of the rest of her life and she was excited. Nervous, but excited.
By Kristen Campbell2 years ago in Chapters
Perfectly Damaged. Content Warning.
28 inches, bright pink, TSA approved. Pen stared at the empty suitcase laying on her bed. It was enormous. Still, not quite big enough. Taking a breath, she looked around her room. Most everything had been sold at the garage sale and she had donated the rest. All that was left would have to fit into this one, gigantic, suitcase. She stared at the empty space, a bundle of nerves, butterflies zooming around in her stomach. The computer trilled from her desk and she went over to it, clicking on the green phone button. Blake's face burst to life on the screen and she smiled.
By Kristen Campbell2 years ago in Chapters
That Morning!
I was 14 years old and moving towards my Madrassa (Islamic School) on my cycle. The distance from my home to the school was around 3 KM. At around 05:00 AM, I was covered half the distance. The roads were empty even in the middle of the main market of that small town. It felt like I was all alone as 99% of the people were sleeping.
By Smosho2 years ago in Chapters