I Am Still Writing the Story of Me

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    Sometimes this awful grief gets caught up

    and mingles with my other grief and sorting it out is like trying to pull a silky shirt out of a hot, full, staticky clothes dryer; virtually impossible to accomplish without getting shocked and dragging a bunch of other stuff along with it. Valentine's day marks six months. I...
    Freestanding Freestanding
    56-60, F
    3 Responses Feb 15, 2014

    I'm a new writer looking

    for some feedback. Growing up in a small lousiana town, every boy grows the same. Same hobbies, same interests, same skills. I didn't grow up that way, I didn't spend time with those boys. I spent time dreaming, sticking to my close circle of friends and no one else. I was never...
    rydermatherne rydermatherne
    18-21, M
    Apr 8, 2015

    Rewrites

    Walking into the store and immediately spying the red box of chubby, fruit filled, pre-Lenten treats made my breath catch in my throat and I clumsily maneuvered my cart in the opposite direction of the display. I cursed under my breath and admonished myself for my extremely...
    Freestanding Freestanding
    56-60, F
    4 Responses Feb 13, 2013

    Little girl 4 years old,

    a little to use of being alone, another new mom and dad, another house that will never be home. This is my temporary home. It's not where I belong, with windows and rooms that I'm passing through. This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going.
    heyimcoltonsgirlfriend heyimcoltonsgirlfriend
    16-17, F
    Feb 26, 2014

    And Now It's Time To Start A New Chapter

    Over the past  several years, I have been cultivating a garden of change in my life. And, I visit this garden often and tend to it, knowing I will harvest the blooms when I am ready. Now I am ready. But I must do it carefully and with great consideration. It is time to...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Nov 7, 2009

    Crossroads

    Metaphorically I stand at the center of a desolate, dusty, deserted, desert crossroad.  Tiny, sun baked, blond dust devils whirl about the endless stretch of nothingness.  I am worn and torn, battered yet not beaten.   My feet have embedded...
    Freestanding Freestanding
    56-60, F
    15 Responses Oct 17, 2009

    My Story ( Fill In The Blanks)

    Once upon a time: ...Happily ever after THE END
    watdfk watdfk
    41-45, M
    5 Responses Oct 12, 2010
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