Creativenonfiction Stories

You become neither here nor there. This is your funeral where you haven't quite died, but in reality, you are lost forever." I left the vibrant, chaotic warmth of Pukhtunkhwa, my heavenly province for a single purpose: to become a student in the far northern reaches of Finland, a heaven of white trees, or, frankly speaking, to help my family come out of poverty. But the Arctic silence is not just cold , it is consuming. As I step off the plane into a world of endless forests and frozen lakes, I am instantly faced with the agonising solitude of the wayfarer: a life where old bonds dissolve, and a profound sense of alienation takes hold. This is my unfiltered journey, a young man who must navigate gruelling interrogations, the kindness of strangers, and the deep, personal anxiety of giving up everything for an uncertain future. It is a story of fierce emotional endurance set against the backdrop of the ethereal Northern Lights and the tranquil town of Lappeenranta. In the stillness of the first snow, I am forced to find life's truest wisdom - not in logic, philosophy, or tradition, but in the lessons whispered by the great forests. I went looking for an education, but I discovered the only thing that could save me: The Music of the Trees. Welcome everyone to my journey.

~ This memoir chronicles the journey of Mia Z. Edwards, exploring the significant places and influential figures that have shaped her life. From the housing projects of Southeast Washington, D.C., where the strength of her mother served as a profound foundation, to the wisdom of neighborhood matriarchs. Mia navigates heartbreak and demonstrates remarkable resilience in her pursuit of employment on Capitol Hill, despite having only a high school education and no prior job experience. She sought spiritual healing after experiencing a traumatic betrayal, confronted the challenges of working within the government, and prepared mentally for two transformative years of travel on behalf of the U.S. government. The culmination of these experiences empowered her to become an indispensable office secretary to high-ranking government officials, contributing to the emergence of her captivating storytelling voice. Crafted through poignant vignettes, the narrative reveals one truth at a time, structured in six parts: Foundations, Networking, Betrayal, The Tyrant Boss, Business Travels, and Secretarial Diaries. Updates on weekdays.

Her short internship at shika hospital Zaria gave Munira the opportunity to met Ahmad. Even though their first encounter wasn't one of a fairytale, it eventually grew from there. Somehow in there mysterious amazing journey, they encountered love, friendship. Ahmad friends became hers, friends turned family. They swim in the pool of youth, creating excitement in stressful life of a typical Nigerian university student.

As Mira wrapped up her last paper, she was poised to embark on the journey home. Her friends convinced her to linger for just one more day, urging her to join them in crafting a few unforgettable memories before they bid each other farewell. Little did Mira know, this impromptu decision would prove to be a turning point in her life, setting her on a path she never could have anticipated.

Finding joy in little things again

On genuine connections and the people you meet once. Lee is an artist at a film festival, staying on the fringes of a crowd where everyone is busy selling a version of themselves. She's used to being an observer until she meets Ray, a filmmaker who feels unexpectedly real in a transactional room. Over twenty-four hours, they share a series of genuine interactions that make the noise of the festival disappear. But as the weekend winds down, the connection becomes as fleeting as the event itself. It is a story about the rare comfort of being seen by a genuinely good person, and the quiet melancholy of a moment that might only be meant to last a day.

a collection of my various longer poems :) Rankings- #51 in metaphor #51 in thought-provoking #11 in creativenonfiction

Have you or anyone you know had a near death experience? I would love to hear it!

strength taught me subservience to silence.

standalone creative nonfiction prose piece title is simply a creative use of a well known phrase and is not meant to make a statement about any gender norm or stereotype, nor is it meant to demean those who are sexually active.

Life as a conscious being is like being forced on a roller coaster you don't meet the height requirements for. Our X and Y donors Smuggle us past signage clearly Warning of dangers of the ride; all the while assuring us, "It's Fine little one." This is where we all begin our custom made thrill ride. Some of us are fortunate beyond understanding to have amazing parents on either side of us, pulling the safety bar down nice and snug for the ride ahead. Some of us witnessed a childhood friend experiencing this this rarity in their life...and resented them for it. How could we NOT. When the ride lurched forward for you and I, we found ourselves with One riding partner, if ANY, that quickly made us aware they were not an experienced rider, everything is NOT ok and the one safe place you thought was immovable, appear more afraid than you... if they didn't bail before the ride started. "It takes a village" is a commonly used phrase to describe raising a child. What happens when there is no village? How does a child respond to a "village" that only exists in stories? This is a creation story. The Creation of the "village" necessary to survive the ride we call life. I'm going to introduce my "village" which I'll Be referring to as: The Council of B's and / or The 12 B's among other things. These "B's" are representative of a specific part of my self that were created to cope, understand and process dealing with the real world. Sometimes it's Trauma leading to the birth of a "... sometimes it's Joy... Anger...Embarrassment all equal opportunity creators of Bs. Learning to ride the wave like a sunrise surf is a journey filled with fear, disappointment, resentment but most of all, forgiveness and empathy leading to the life changing act of practicing gratitude. Gratitude for both the low and high points along the parabolic line of life. Let me introduce ya to the B's

original poetry by yours truly. with love from your bestie.

originally written april 15th, 2019 in my journal. inspired by my own previous poems & all things that i've done- things others have done, too. published this to celebrate my one year separation with self-harm! thank you for voting & letting me know your thoughts in the comments! Rankings- #71 in preteen #922 in suicideawareness

A Stranger Who Was The Guy That All My Quotes Are About... To the stars who listened and to the dreams that are answered, I wish for you. Coincidences and miracles brought us close but why did we still grew apart? With love, ShaEdito

Journey starts.

Title: Inside My Head: A Journey Through Anxiety Synopsis: In Inside My Head: A Journey Through Anxiety, the author bravely shares their personal struggle with anxiety and the profound impact it has had on their life. Through the written word, they seek to reclaim their voice and inspire others who may be facing similar challenges. The author candidly explores the daily battles they face with anxiety, describing the overwhelming feelings of fear, doubt, and helplessness that often consume them. They recount how anxiety has silenced their voice, making it difficult to express themselves and engage fully with the world around them. Despite the darkness that anxiety brings, the author refuses to surrender to its grip. Through writing, they find solace and a means of self-expression, allowing them to articulate their innermost thoughts and emotions. They hope that by sharing their experiences, they can offer support and encouragement to others who may be struggling. Inside My Head is not just a personal memoir, but a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. It is a call to action for anyone grappling with anxiety to find their own voice and refuse to be defined by their struggles. Through vulnerability and courage, the author demonstrates that it is possible to move forward, even in the face of overwhelming adversity. Follow along on the author's journey as they navigate the highs and lows of life with anxiety, offering insight, inspiration, and hope to those who may be walking a similar path.

A Hymn for the Broken Hours is a contemplative poem about fragility, resilience, and quiet faith. Through the imagery of a hidden cathedral built within moments of failure, the poem explores the sacred beauty of imperfection. It suggests that grace does not arrive through strength or purity, but through the courage to continue after falling. Tender, spiritual, and deeply human, the poem reminds us that even a broken voice can still sing a hallelujah. A Hymn for the Broken Hours is a poetic meditation on failure, redemption, and the quiet miracle of standing up again. Through spiritual imagery and intimate reflection, the poem honors the beauty found within our imperfections. In the silent cathedral of broken moments, this poem becomes a prayer for those who carry their scars in quiet dignity. A Hymn for the Broken Hours speaks to the fragile courage of continuing to love, sing, and hope despite the weight of past ruin. A Hymn for the Broken Hours explores the spiritual landscape of human vulnerability. Blending sacred imagery with themes of failure, grace, and perseverance, the poem suggests that redemption is not found in perfection but in the willingness to rise again with trembling faith. A poem about failure, grace, and the quiet courage to keep going. A Hymn for the Broken Hours reminds us that even the most fragile voices can still sing a hallelujah.

To write is to attempt to do in words what you do in thoughts.

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