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A Tale of Two Clefs
Her name was Blaire. In true roman á clef fashion, her name is changed to protect the not so innocent. She was two years older than me. We met in high school band, and bonded over all things, Alan Rickman and our mutual love of British men that were far too old for us. We were an unlikely duo. Even our musical instruments of choice had different clefs. She played the trombone, and I played the flute. I was friends with mostly brass players. The woodwinds mostly smelled like cheap perfume and gossip. I switched to the oboe during orchestral season. It was a switch to say the least. I remember the band director shutting me in a pratice room with a tuba before even allowing me to attempt the double-reeded oboe.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Chapters
"My Legs Are Dumb"
In my late 20's, I learned a few things in doctors' offices. We finally found some medications that worked for me after the Lexapro ceased to be effective. The nursing student shadowing my psychiatrist realized I have inattentive ADHD. Most importantly, I finally found someone who knew what the actual heck was going on with my legs. Until a few years ago, the best way I could describe my condition was to say "my legs are dumb".
By Rebekah Conard2 years ago in Chapters
The Magic Snowflake
Elena bent down to pick up the frost-covered stick. That’s enough for the night, she thought, adding it to the bundle of firewood she carried on her back. Feet throbbing with cold, she turned and trudged along the forest path toward home.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Chapters
I Wrote My Way Out
I am not supposed to be here. Alive, on this stage, at this place. Alive. I should have died when I was born. That was something that The Devil Con Man of Pembrooke drilled into me. Not because of my mother's body threatening my life from the moment I existed in her womb. Not because the same thing providing me life wrapped around my throat, choking me as I came into the world. No, he never said it as admiration, as a thing of pride that I beat the odds. It was a weapon he kept jabbing into my sides, bleeding me of my joy and self-respect.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Chapters
A Chapter from My Memoir
My ring. I love it. It's gold. And its gilded exterior is fading. But the love engraved in it forever remains. It's cheap but it's not gaudy. It isn't classy. It's simple. And when it's wrapped around my finger its imperfect charm reaches across my whole hand.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Chapters
Just Leave or Move
We were spending the maternity leave in summer house with our three-month-old baby. I was going to stay away from the offie at least couple of years. We have a law in Ukraine that one of the parents can stay home with a baby until they are three years old. It's a kind of unpaid leave, when employer must save the job place and has to hire some temporary worker for this period. It was end of the summer and we were in the beginning of the new period in our life when I got a phone call from the manager.
By Olga Moyseyenko2 years ago in Chapters
Hidden Amongst the Cattails
The words of a nearly one-month-old newspaper headline screamed across the page, its bold letters seething with anger. “Prominent St. James figure accused of sexual abuse: former alter boys speak out on allegations from decades past!” A picture of my younger brother John smiled from underneath it. I just stared down at it as I felt a nauseous feeling twinge in my stomach. I slid the top newspaper off the pile and saw another headline just like it. “Prominent town figure also led Boy Scout troop: former members allege abuse there as well.” I slid that paper off to the side too.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Chapters
Porsche Man: The English Premier West Ham
Being recognized topflight status by her peers Porsche Man had a Friday night earned commitment and attended an engagement that Mr. Luton’s decided to throw celebrating his renewed Grand Opening. Apparently, last century the former west ham united made an appearance at his world-famous tea party and that was the final time the theatrical tease went to the special event until the present.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
The Trolley Dilemma: A Moral Conundrum on the Tracks of Destiny
In a bustling city named Ethicville, there was a tram that trundled through its streets, connecting neighborhoods and people from all walks of life. The tram was a symbol of unity, for it carried passengers to their destinations, weaving the fabric of the city together.
By Jerry Okachi2 years ago in Chapters
