Standing here against a wall off of the main square her in the dark light of the sun, as I find myself leaning back as I close my tired eyes feeling the warm wind blowing and the heat under blue skies. Thinking of why I was hearing the sound of a drum bei...
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Memoirs Stories
Submissions to this category are generally told in the first person and cover personal reflection, autobiographies and memories of the past.
Rather than focusing on factual accounts, memoirs are more a recollection of moments in time that were either vivid or unique to the author.
Woke this morning at the break of day on what is both the first day of both a new year and a new decade, sitting here feeling the cold as I look to the window and see the grey light of the false dawn filtering in through the blinds, which has me feel as i...
Eve
One week in all-inclusive hotel, another detained at a psychiatric ward.Irie : by Jon ClaytonMy memoir is about a two-week solo vacation I had in Jamaica where I spent one week at an upscale all-inclusive resort and the other detained at a 3rd-world condition psychiatric ward against my will. During the two weeks, I lived in...
I Have Had Enough
An open letter to the people who will never understand meI had come to the conclusion that when you tell a soul something, that soul will never cease itself from telling another soul what you have just told that one particular, except the information that was passed, varies. To prove my point, we don’t have a c...
Full Circle-The Defining Moment
Wake up callI sat alone in the dark, staring blindly at the rain. Wondering if I am truly insane. I always go to that park to watch those shadows in the dark. I question if you still love me and blame you for all that I see. That person in the mirror surely isn’t me....
The Crash
From my non-fiction novel, 'Born on Purpose by Mistake,' comes the first chapter of a disturbing traEARLY SUMMER, 2013 This was simply too awesome to really comprehend. I just couldn't believe that it was finally me instead of someone else as it usually was. It had always been stories of good fortune happening to everyone else. The kind you see on TV, v...
It is the things that go wrong during a performance that usually make the best stories. These occurred the year I was doing Wait Until Dark. I, ouf course, was the villain tormenting the blind girl in her apartment. It was a thriller but also a very physi...
I didn't always land a principal role, I've been in plays where I have had less than ten lines, and sometimes I didn't get a part at all. It doesn't matter, theater is theater. I've been a stage manager, assisted with props and worked the spotlight.After...
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You claim you have a face you claim is not spoiled by beauty, and I know you have eyes that can see right through me, and are unafraid of those things you have seen; along with those scars I carry that the sun’s dark light wouldn’t or couldn’t heal from w...
The closing of another year finds me out roamin’ around, looking down and passing all those painted faces I see and plastic places I never want to reach for. Countless others are like me under the cover of the streets and know that Vaudeville is so much f...
Lord knows I have paid my dues getting through almost every time, and it seems I have served a few sentences, yet I may have done the time but committed no crime. I was just tried and convicted for various crimes and misdemeanors that were never defined i...
September 11th, 2001
In honor of our friends in Paris, France. We feel your pain, and stand with you.If I let myself, I can remember everything about that morning. It's a very painful thing to look back on, but every year on the anniversary of this day, we will always be reminded of the brutal attack that killed so many unsuspecting Americans. It was a T...
It's Too Late to Say I'm Sorry
A short piece I wrote about my struggles with anorexia. Contains a line from the song Homewrecker.It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'...