The Moth Story: Dirt
“Don’t be scared, little one,” the first soldier said. My hand was in one of my father’s fists. I wasn’t scared, but I didn’t like how he looked at me as if I was a little…
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The Moth Story: Delusion
When does your calendar start? Monday? Probably. Mine starts on Monday these days. A couple years ago, when I worked at a restaurant and ran my own organization, my calendar started on Wednesday, which was the…
The Moth Story: Ambition
Ever since my teenage years when I started writing in my journal, I dreamed about becoming a famous and world-renowned writer. I would write in my journal three or four times a week about my feelings,…
The Moth Story: Betrayal
When I was little, we were trained to keep our family mystery a serious secret. We learned and practiced changing the topic of discussion when people would ask us about our mom. We learned how to…