Memoir
Memoir | Caught in a Sack Explosion | Part IV of VI. Content Warning.
When I was demoted and reassigned to the mailroom at the U.S. Department of Prominence for standing up to my tyrant boss, I found myself grateful to still have a job, acknowledged the significance of setting aside my pride about holding a high-status position, and appreciated the worth of all roles in the workplace.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 9
Acquiring a brilliant keep sake is part and parcel of travelling overseas. As a collector, or borderline hoarder if my mum has a say, I definitely like getting little knickknacks at every new destination. Some of my main go-tos are stickers and patches, generally specific to the place I have visited. On this trip, during our short stay in Sri Lanka, I managed to purchase a patch and was off to a flying start. Little did I know, finding the right goods in Pakistan would prove slightly more challenging.
By S. J. Leahy6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Meeting with Mr. Bernstein | Part IV of VI
The following day, after standing up to my overbearing boss, Shelly, I was back at the communications center, preparing to meet with Deputy Branch Chief Mr. Bernstein. I needed to explain my insubordination towards my harsh supervisor.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Confrontation | Part IV of VI. Content Warning.
After the assault, I underwent baptism and discovered the bravery to stand up to my tyrant boss on the Monday following my Sunday baptism. To this day, I believe the divine intervention of the Holy Spirit gave me the strength and courage to confront her, as I had previously been afraid to do so.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Waves
I believe people should get a proper send off when they leave this world, so I say my farewells on the beach, with castles made of sand and flying colors in the sky. My dad’s send off was my second one doing it my way, rather our way— I said goodbye to Elizabeth in the sky from the sand; I said goodbye to my dad in the sand and water.
By Harper Lewis6 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 8
I’ve never been a huge fan of bananas, which is kind of ironic for someone born in Coffs Harbour, the home of the Big Banana. Something about the combination of shape, texture and taste has never really worked for me. I guess floating in the space between phallic and catabolised, isn't for everyone. However, through desperation to placate my digestive system this all changed while I was in Karachi.
By S. J. Leahy6 months ago in Chapters
