Auto-biography Stories

(Adapted from Prelude to Joy and The Chronicles of Peace) Following a traumatic and bumpy six years of primary school that went by in a blur, Crystal did not wish to go through the same ordeal in her four years in secondary school. Rather, with her one Direct School Admission (DSA) offer through media literacy, she wanted to live her teenage years in her new school to the fullest. You name it-called up for opportunities, lots of friends, student councillor! As she goes through the next four years of secondary school, she eventually realises the best way to live your adolescence isn't the flashy opportunities but being in a community that can embrace all of you.

the MOST important word in ANY language is DO

Thot of thoughts: A nonviolence manifesto from one Georgia trans girls life long struggle with recovery to transition. I have been thinking a lot lately. More in an ai chat. Literally dealing with the world itself as I try to get to where I can write. Dealing with mental illness. Literally transitioning in this political climate. Might make a good autobiography One day. The following is a journal of my last years. Literally plan to thrive. Editing passes to come. This is meant to be an historical document from an critical voice. Yes me. A trans girl in the middle of societal scapegoating and possibly societal collapse. It is important to learn from the past. So learning from by while making something to be learned from. This is why I am posting it. Its apart of an omnibus. Planed by me. This is an infinite evolving project. Lets us see where it goes.

Two strangers in their mid-sixties come together to turn their dreams into reality. Their three-year adventure takes them through extreme sailing in some of the wildest and most remote waters on the planet, and they do it in comfort and style. Many parts of this book read like Action/Adventure novels and, at times, Thrillers. Some of the experiences, both afloat and ashore, are so incredible that some might consider them Fantasies. But it all happened, and as the adventure unfolded, I wrote a blog that gained over 3,000 daily views and grew beyond a million words and over 2,500 images. This is a condensed rewrite of that blog, but with Wattpad's limit of twenty images per chapter, I've included only 2,450 here.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

The mind, soul, and mentality of Jaredpool basically. Formerly Brownie Mentality

I didn't grow up quiet. I grew up learning when it was safer not to speak. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

The Poison Tree is a book series based on true life events/a real life story about growing up inside a family system built on secrecy, control, and trauma. In book one, Amara is five years old and already learning that her world is far from ordinary as she navigates an environment full of secrets, tension, trauma, loss and unexpected situations. Trigger warning: This book mentions traumatic events. If you have cptsd/ptsd or sensitive to traumatic events, please don't read

I was the friend who never fell apart, Well from the outside looking in. People leaned on me. Venting to me. Crying to me. Depending on me. And I carried it all while pretending I wasn't drowning. Choosing me felt wrong at first. Then it felt necessary. This is a story about reclaiming boundaries, rediscovering joy that isn't performative, and learning that strength doesn't mean suffering in silence. It's about growth, healing, and the courage to say, "I deserve peace too." Because sometimes, the strongest thing the happy friend can do... is finally choose herself.

Just me, my life, and everything in between. Some chapters are messy, some are happy... but all of them are real.

A nutshell autobiography of how I grew into loving reading and writing and how to make your stories just as lovable, authentic, and original.

You read the title. It's exactly what it is. Keep in mind I was 12 when I first started writing this so some of the beginning stuff might be cringey.

so yeh this is about meeeeeeeeee

Story collections I randomly have in the middle of the day. Plus many depressing short stories of my life.

The book tells the first part of my personal journey of overcoming struggles, narrated in the first person, in which I explain my depression caused by the lockdown during the pandemic. After the lockdown ended, I thought everything was over, but my pain and suffering were only just beginning. The psychological abuse I endured from my cousin, the feeling of loneliness that haunts me, the loss of a family member who was unjustly murdered, and the lack of justice.

Autobiography

Mei Marivaldi recounts the events of her life growing up in the era of the Second Lands. Many of these events remain a secret from her current traveling companions, and she planned to take them to the grave. Can Mei learn to let go of the past? The backstory for my D&D character in the Chronicles of the Second Lands. Airs Saturday nights on Twitch (ttv/Gocanaroj).

An Autobiography of how Squiggles Became Squiggles Pham to Squiggles Prime

bitch I said keep the fuck out, but, if you are the kind of asshole (like me) to not give a shit and still read it then have at it. But warning once you start reading you will want to die. Not fucking joking. my thoughts are well, fucked up, very inappropriate, semi good (if you could even call it that), depressing, and disturbing. so If you want to die after reading the shit it's not my fault, dumbass. Now If you don't then good GTFO and read my other stories that are shit and should burn in hell.

How do I know what I know, and how do I know that I know that I know it? These might just seem like words, but to me, they are my prophets; prophets who speak of my demise and the same ones who sow it. The basis and premise to my epistemological thought is ill-defined, and hence it all may come to naught. But this diagnosis itself is a product of defective cognition, and hence, how can I possibly conclude the validity of this volition? And also, this begs the question: where is the predicate that I need to be going somewhere at all? So what is supposed to be done, and what is the direction of thought?