Nonfiction
Read this if you are in need for comfort
Hey there stranger! If you are reading this, I hope you are doing okay:) Even if you are not it is okay. I do not want to tell you to be optimistic or pretend to have it all together because I know how chaotic and messy life can be sometimes. While I know you are not feeling okay, that is why probably you have reached upon this video. I hope you remember that there are still so many days when life will feel lighter, where the beauty of nature will astonish you with the warmth of the sun and the somberness of the night.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Sober house roommates wanted me gone. Content Warning.
The other two tenants were a bit older than me, and we didn’t really have much in common. My roommates, as I was advised to call them after moving in, were cigarette smokers, older and more street worn than me. And that's about all I knew about them. Because that's all I saw them do. Smoking cigarettes nonstop on the deck right outside my window, sharing stores of their glory days on the wrong side of the tracks.
By Kelly Ridgwayabout a year ago in Chapters
Theory of Proxemics.
Edward T. Hall an American anthropologist represented his theory of proxemics in year 1966. While teaching at the Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago, Hall introduced proxemics to designate “the interrelated observations and theories of man’s use of space as a specialized elaboration of culture". Hall believes spaces speak to us as loud as words. He believes the concept of American linguist Benjamin Lee Whorf the concept is the linguistic relativity hypothesis in this concept Whorf states that the language we speak influences the way we think about reality or our thoughts upon reality. We think that we are doing everything right but according to our culture, we don't notice unusual unless outsiders mention or point out the unusual. The anthropological adage goes like " We don't know who discovered water but we are pretty sure that wasn't the fish." It always takes an outsider to notice, once an American asked an Indonesian about the Balinese funeral the tradition of placing fresh fruits on the grave, " When will your aunt come out of her grave to eat the fruits" Indonesian replied, "At the same time when your uncle comes up to smell the flowers". A person who lives in America will not find it unusual to place flowers on the graves and similarly, a person who lives in Indonesia will not find it unusual to place fruits on the graves. It always takes an outsider to notice.
By Zainab Noor.about a year ago in Chapters
Winter’s Silence
The world was white, an endless expanse of snow and ice stretching to the horizon. Winter in the Arctic was unlike winter anywhere else. Here, the cold was a living thing, a presence that could not be ignored. It pressed in on you from all sides, its icy breath filling the air and freezing everything it touched.
By Hansel Golden-Adahabout a year ago in Chapters
Autumn's dance
The first hint of autumn in New England came not with the changing colors, but with the crispness in the air. The long, warm days of summer had finally given way to cooler temperatures, and with it came the transformation of the landscape. The leaves, once a deep green, began to turn into a riot of colors—fiery reds, oranges, and yellows that set the forests ablaze with brilliance.
By Hansel Golden-Adahabout a year ago in Chapters
The Awakening of Spring in Kyoto
As the snow began to retreat from the mountain slopes of Kyoto, Japan, it was as if the earth itself sighed in relief. The frigid air, once laden with the weight of winter, grew lighter, carrying the sweet, subtle fragrance of the first cherry blossoms. It was spring’s turn to take the stage, and it did so with a gentle yet breathtaking beauty.
By Hansel Golden-Adahabout a year ago in Chapters
Monsoon’s Symphony
The sky over Kerala had been darkening for days, the heavy clouds gathering like an army on the horizon. And then, with a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning, the heavens opened, and the monsoon rains began. It was as if the earth had been holding its breath, and now it exhaled in a torrent of water that soaked the land and everything on it.
By Hansel Golden-Adahabout a year ago in Chapters
Summer’s Endless Sun
The sun blazed unrelentingly over the Sahara, its golden light transforming the desert into an almost otherworldly landscape. Dunes rose like vast ocean waves, their smooth, sweeping curves catching the sun’s rays and throwing them back into the cloudless sky. Summer in the Sahara was a test of endurance, where the heat seemed to shimmer and dance on the horizon, and the wind carried nothing but dust and memories.
By Hansel Golden-Adahabout a year ago in Chapters
The waiting room: a retrospective
Read the short story here: https://shein-fashion-discovery.top/fiction/the-waiting-room-vu7d30ir4 When I wrote "The Waiting Room," I wanted to explore not just the uncertainty of death, but the profound sadness, shock and trauma that accompanies the sudden loss of life, specifically in this story I wanted to explore the very sad, and very real occurrence of a school shooting. At first glance, the story appears to centre around a young girl, Clara, simply waiting for a routine doctor’s appointment. But I wanted to subtly layer in the true nature of the situation, letting it unfold slowly so the reader experiences the same creeping realization as Clara does.
By Mat Barnsley2 years ago in Chapters
Do lizards smile?
I went to London on a couple of occasions before emigrating to the United States, not because I felt a duty or need to visit the capital before leaving the country, but because it was necessary to do so as part of the emigration process to move, being where both the physician and embassy are located. I found London as a city to be a foul and repulsive place, the streets were certainly not paved with gold, but they did have plenty of brass sitting on dirty old hats which lined the thoroughfares, cardboard mountains piled just out of sight and out of view of the camera frames, and graffiti seemingly done by the dyslexic and artistically challenged victims of the English schooling system.
By Mat Barnsley2 years ago in Chapters
Whispers on the Skin
Her name was Lilia. Her smile as wide as her face, with bright eyes. A bit chubby, and so friendly that I honestly don’t remember seeing anything other than her face. Harley, their little white dog, is friends with mine Kaity. We sometimes pass by each other, say hello, and exchange pleasantries. Today when I saw them, the dogs started playfully bickering. I commented on the weather, and then I noticed two cute butterflies tattooed on her ankle.
By Azam Salehi2 years ago in Chapters
