Autobiographical Stories

The World I Could Not Yet See is a collection of short memoirs about growing up, first in communist Romania and then inside the strange, uncertain freedom that followed. Through music heard through static, bootleg films, games, books, secret notebooks, first love, anger, loneliness and heartbreak, a boy begins to understand both the world around him and the worlds forming inside him. These are stories about childhood and adolescence without nostalgia's soft filter: the wonder, cruelty, humour, longing and small wounds that quietly shape a person. Somewhere between a black-and-white television, the Black Sea, imagined romances and words hidden from prying eyes, a writer begins to emerge.

An original poem I wrote based off of past experiences. Please enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think of my poem!

2 twins identical in appearance but not in personality navigate life - sometimes together, sometimes apart.

This is currently a memoir type non-fiction, although based on current events in my life. I've been inspired to use Wattpad as a tool to document my reactions and thoughts during this pivotal point in my life. Right now I'm getting ready for things like SATS and figuring out what I want to do with the rest of my life. It's time to grow up. (G-Rated until further notice)

The universal experience of being young and going through childhood are explored in these autobiographical stories, showing that growing up in the sixties can share similarities with growing up today. The struggle to keep imagination alive in a world that would rather you just let it go.

Week One of Literator

Hey guys it's Raven, please vote/comment if you enjoy these poems? I wanna know if I'm trash at this or not. Thanks lovelies, stay strong af

If you want a good story, something positive or happy or remotely interesting, find something else. On the other hand, if you want a dry, satirical, suicidal rant about an ordinary, boring girl with no talent or personality to speak of, read on. Or if you like my poetry (look under my profile), read on. Have I put you off sufficiently yet? Here's a brief summary, in case I haven't. DON'T READ THIS BOOK.

Torn between a church pew and a prayer mat, I was raised in two faiths. But it was my silent grandfather's final words that showed me the true path to Heaven not religion but love.

In the face of unimaginable hardship, Hamed offers a deeply human account of survival, resilience, and loss during the genocide in Gaza. Diaries of Genocide invites you into Hamed's world, where hope flickers even in the darkest moments. Through his words, Hamed brings us closer to the heartbreak of displacement, the grief of losing loved ones, and the quiet acts of courage that sustain life amid devastation. His testimony is not only a record of suffering but also a tale of resilience, and a call to the world's conscience-a plea for understanding, compassion, and action. This is not just a story of Gaza; it is a story of humanity, told with an unwavering spirit. For those willing to listen, Hamed's voice speaks to the enduring strength of the human heart, even when all else seems lost.

what would happen when a girl and a boy meets? And they are not supposed to talk.but still they found a way to love each other secretly .A secret from the world where they are not supposed to talk.Are they soul mates? And will they ever be together? when two hearts are meant for each other,No distance is too far,No time is too long and No other love can break them apart.

(♥) ❛𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭...❜ in which i write a series of short letters to myself, reflecting on true events of my past ~ 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤: @-𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙞𝙚𝙨- 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩!!

I'm not perfect. Neither are you.

Evil thoughts: Good vs Bad

Chronicling my days without you. Maybe someday you'll read it.

this is the truestory of how I met and fell in love with my soulmate and how I lost her and how it affects me everyday even now.;'-(to all readers,PLEASE COMMENT N HOW THE STORY MOVED YOU.PLEASE, PLEASE COMMENT PUTTING THIS TRUE STORY OUT IS TEARING MY HEART APART:-((

This is a short story\poem about a male who finds a female in the middle of a volatile protest. He hadn't been exposed to real world problems yet and She was lost in them. He needed Her so He could grow up and She needed him to remind her that She was young and allowed to have fun. How does one find their true identity in a world filled with idealism, hive-minded peer pressure, and political differences? Sometimes you need a stranger to make you feel a little less strange about who you are.

An ancient iron torture device lingers in a fortress, feeding on fear and bending souls into its frame-those who touch it are twisted, claimed, and trapped within its eternal hunger.

a personal story of my life with descriptions of each person in it. how people i know and used to know have affected me and whether i still love them, or used to love them. where it went well, and where it went wrong. my feelings towards others, as of 12:43 am, 8/10/16

Autobiographical story of having nothing to lose, and that's the problem.