Autobiography

Memoir | The Women | Part VI of VI
I was working as a receptionist in a Congressional Bureau at the Department of Prominence, I was 26 years of age. Two women in my office were best friends. Their names were Lynette and Carolyn. They were always together. They arrived at work in the morning together, they went to lunch together, they took work breaks together, and they departed from work together. They ruled the office and often made my work life challenging, yet ironically, I ended up being the one to help one of them out of a tricky situation!
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
The Candle That Remembered Dawn
A candle lit in total darkness glowed with a hue unlike any flame. Its owner claimed it burned with the memory of dawn — light not from the past, but from the morning yet to come. People doubted him until those who sat near the candle felt an inexplicable hope, as if tomorrow had already forgiven their failures. When the candle finally burned out, it left behind no wax — only a warmth that lingered for days, reminding all who felt it that the future can illuminate the present.
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The Hour Before Tomorrow
There is a secret hour between midnight and dawn that only reveals itself to people who stand perfectly still. During this hour, shadows soften, thoughts quiet, and the future draws a little closer. Those who experience it report hearing faint whispers — not of ghosts, but of possibilities preparing to take form. The hour leaves no trace except a renewed sense that tomorrow is not predetermined but patiently awaiting collaboration
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The Candle That Never Went Out
A candle in a temple burned for centuries without extinguishing. Scholars believed it was engineered by unknown technology. Monks believed it was protected by unseen spirits. Years later, a child noticed that the candle flickered only when someone lied near it, as if the flame reacted to dishonesty. The monks concluded the candle stayed lit because truth — however small — is the most enduring fuel.
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The Sculptor of Invisible Statues
A sculptor claimed to carve statues from air. People mocked him until they stood in his gallery and felt something shift around them — pressure, presence, shape. They realized his sculptures weren’t meant to be seen but perceived. Each invisible form represented a truth people refused to acknowledge: regret, hope, longing, release. The gallery became a sanctuary for those who needed to feel something they couldn’t explain.
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The Moonlit Clocktower
A clocktower froze during daylight but ticked gently at night when townspeople dreamed. Each dream moved the hands forward slightly. When the tower stopped entirely, the people realized no one had dreamed for weeks. They gathered, shared stories, cried, laughed—and that night, the clock chimed twelve times. Their dreams returned, carrying the village with them.
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The Village That Never Slept
In a far-off valley, no one slept. Not because they weren’t tired, but because they dreamed with their eyes open. Walking through the streets felt like wandering inside a collective imagination—floating lanterns, murals that shifted, music that played itself. Travelers asked how such magic existed. Villagers said, “We don’t close our eyes to dream—we open them.” Many stayed, learning that reality becomes softer when you allow wonder to walk beside it.
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The Melody That Couldn’t Be Remembered
A wandering violinist played a tune so beautiful that listeners wept, but the moment it ended, they forgot every note. Yet the feeling remained—warm, luminous, transformative. A king demanded the musician play it repeatedly to capture the melody, but even he forgot. One night the violinist vanished, leaving behind a message: “Some beauty is meant to be lived, not preserved.” The kingdom carried the memory of a feeling they could never name.
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The Mountain With a Hollow Heart
Climbers who reached the mountain’s summit reported hearing a heartbeat inside the rock. Scientists found a vast cavern shaped like a ribcage. When storms raged, the mountain resonated like a drum. A monk meditated inside and declared that the mountain wasn’t alive—it was listening. From that day, people climbed not for conquest but conversation, leaving their burdens in the echo chamber. The mountain remained hollow because it held space for everyone’s pain.
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The House With No Doors
A peculiar house stood on a hill—solid walls, windows, a roof, but no doors. Yet people could enter whenever they felt lost. Once inside, they found rooms perfectly suited to their needs: a warm fire, a soft bed, an open journal. When they left, they could never find the house again. Some believed the house chose its visitors; others said it appeared when a heart cracked just enough to let healing in. The house asked for nothing in return except honesty.
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The Cloud That Refused to Move
Above a quiet town, a single cloud remained motionless for years. Scientists came, puzzled. Children laughed and drew faces on it. Elders said the cloud guarded something. One evening, lightning burst from the cloud without rain, etching symbols across the sky. A linguist later discovered they spelled an ancient phrase: “Stay where you are until your heart arrives.” When the cloud finally drifted away, many left the town as well—realizing they had been waiting for permission to begin again.
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The Mirror That Reflected Futures
An old mirror in an abandoned inn showed travelers not their current selves, but who they could become. A bitter man saw a gentle elder. A young artist saw a masterful creator. A greedy merchant saw himself giving freely. Some feared these visions; others embraced them. The mirror cracked the day a devoted mother looked into it and saw nothing different. Villagers understood: she needed no change. A note appeared beneath the mirror: “The future begins the moment you believe you deserve it.”
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