Childhood
A Boy's 1st Love
It was the first Tuesday of September. The Tuesday that will forever be marked as my first day in high school. No matter what anyone ever said, high school is a jungle. A jungle that everyone must survive for four long years. One way to survive is to befriend everyone from the lion king to the bacteria that live on feces; but beware the hyenas. They will always be ready to stab you in the back. I have yet to be stabbed.
By Dhushanth G3 years ago in Confessions
My bad trip – I took a voyage of self-discovery, but the self I discovered was a total buzzkill
My bad trip – I took a voyage of self-discovery, but the self I discovered was a total buzzkill Getting dumped right before a solo overland journey from Barcelona to Beijing derailed my bid to rebrand myself as a woman of the world
By Samira3 years ago in Confessions
Boom Boom Watkins
Boom Boom Watkins had a metal rimmed purse with a fine mesh chain handle. She was a head taller than the rest of us in the 4th grade and could outrun any of the boys because of those great ostrich legs of hers. She was methodically beating up the boys in the class one by one. She would swing that purse like the little ancient man in "master of the flying guillotine"(my favorite B rated martial Arts movie at the time) I was pretty sure if she connected there would be death involved....
By Ted Hauser3 years ago in Confessions
Love
Growing up the way I did, in a broken home with nothing but fear, few happy memories, and disorders, I grew up starved of everything. I was distanced from my peers and sometimes my own family. I didn't really make connections with anyone while everyone else seemed to click together. Whenever I met someone that was nice to me, I instantly latched on to them. I was just completely craving and chasing the love I wanted. It's not like my parents don't love me they do. It's just they're parenting styles, the cycle of abuse, the stress, their health, all of that took a toll on them to the point where they took it out on us. My mom more than my dad. At least my dad would have a reason like, we didn't clean something right or someone like my mom or grandma would yell at him to yell at us. But mother would do it just because she could. Of course, that doesn't excuse neither of their behavior but back to the matter at hand. I was just so desperate for that connect I was deprived of I would latch on to that bit of kindness I was shown.
By Calypso King 3 years ago in Confessions
Terror
There's fear in everything. Some fear things people would call nothing. Like butterflies. (Those things are really ugly up close though. We've all seen that one SpongeBob episode with Wormy.) Others fear what people would call more. Like death and surgery. But when it comes right down to it it's all just fear. Of course, there's that sickening type of fear. The one that never goes away, the one that follows you everywhere no matter what you do. I'm talking about terror. Pure unadulterated terror. Like fear, terror can be derived from many things. Bugs, the ocean, animals, flowers, and well people. People like the strangers on the street. It could be the woman you passed by today. Later you could find that after a short conversation with her, she got arrested for butchering her people in her basement. You'll always wonder if you would have been next. That type of fear could follow you everywhere.
By Calypso King 3 years ago in Confessions
"The Power of Belief: Harnessing the Strength of the Mind"
"Transforming Your Thoughts, Transforming Your Life" is a subtitle that suggests that the belief one holds can have a significant impact on one's life. It suggests that by changing the way one thinks and the beliefs one holds, one can change the course of their life.
By Stanly Solomon3 years ago in Confessions
