Family
Home Alone
Having a complicated relationship with Home. People say it's where the heart is, meaning no matter who you are with or where you are in the world, the home will always have the deepest emotional pull. It is the place where you should have a foundation of love, warmth, and happy memories. It may not always be the environment itself, but being near your loved ones is what your heart desires sometimes.
By Amourè Deezyy4 years ago in Confessions
A Hero Till The End. Second Place in Hometown Heroes Challenge.
To my hero, Like all good heroes, you were taken away from this world too soon. The residual effect of your charitable good deeds still linger in our hearts. For hours, people go on talking about you and your little quirks. Did you seriously prefer not to brush your teeth before your morning coffee? Firstly, gross. Secondly, as the daughter you raised to brush her teeth every morning before anything else, I realize how many things you omitted from your life to raise me correctly. You only ever shared the happy memories from your childhood. Thus, you taught me that the greatest power a parent could have is the power to create a better life for their children. Little did I know, you omitted to share over half of your life out of this desire to create something better. Those gaps of communication lost between us itch at me every day.
By Aathavi Thanges4 years ago in Confessions
I Finally Said Yes
My husband is what some might call, an avid turkey hunter. And hunting at home was never good enough. So every April of every year, he and his hunting buddies would travel some seven and a half hours away to go to where some may say is, “the perfect hunting spot”. Yep, a cabin in the woods. And of course every year he would always ask me if I wanted to go. Me not being much of a hunter and enjoying the time by myself, always refused.
By Carla Hampton4 years ago in Confessions
The Beginning of the end
The day was like any other. I can look back now and see all the signs of discontent, but I still can’t see the signs of destruction. My love & trust in this man was like none other. He held and saw every part of me, betrayal by him was something I could never fathom. Sometimes I still can’t.
By Jaclyn Z.4 years ago in Confessions
Scared Speechless
Selflessness and self-deprecation... where do they meet? Where does one end and the other begin? I used to serve others first, always. I have since learned the benefits of sometimes choosing me, but I don't always know for sure if I'm doing enough of the other to satisfy my own kind spirit. At my worst, I am unsure of who I am. At my best, I remember that balance is key and that I am different every day.
By Alison Maglaughlin4 years ago in Confessions
Shattered Brain
I had named this piece of writing “shattered brain” because this is a glimpse of how I think daily and what I try to fight to overcome. I have missing memories, but I’ve tried to piece it together as much as I could for now… to be continued
By Christina Hansen4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Baby Boy, We Thought you were a Girl
Dear baby boy, We had a gender reveal and found out you were going to be a girl, so daddy and I thought we were having a daughter for a couple months. We were so sure of it that we chose a name, and had a registry piled high with pink clothing. After all, the blood test was supposed to be 98% accurate. When I was 21 weeks pregnant, the ultrasound tech explained to us that she saw a penis in your pictures. I cried when I found out, but I was never disappointed in you. In fact, many of the emotions I was feeling weren't bad at all. Sometimes, I just cry when I’m confused. I was excited that I was having a boy, but also somehow sad and guilty. I was happy to know that I would be the mom of a boy, but I felt like I lost the daughter that was never even actually there. You see, I dreamed up a lot of experiences that were unique to a daughter during that long duration that we thought you were a girl. It would have never been that way if I knew you were a boy all along. In fact, I actually hoped that you were a boy at the gender reveal. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I think I formed someone in my mind, and then I was told that you weren’t that at all. I’m just glad that you are not only healthy, but thriving. I love you no matter what.
By Gabrielle Kelley4 years ago in Confessions
I bought a blender once
I bought a blender once. I was striving to try to be healthy and help myself out of my postpartum depression. I had innumerable articles about fresh fruits and vegetables acting as mood boosters, and I decided to give it a try. A real try. One smoothie a day. The idea was a good one, and it worked for a while.
By Hayley J Sawyers4 years ago in Confessions
Short stories
Letter to you, Dad. I would start by asking you the questions that grind my soul, but I would not succeed other than being more confused than I already am. I don't want you to think that I'm reproaching you for anything, but deep down in my soul, I admit that I wish you could sometime read these lines and be struck by a pain full of remorse.
By Ioana Stefania4 years ago in Confessions
Maybe That's Why
She was a good grandmother to my brothers and I; she was. Every birthday party, every holiday, every elementary school grandparent day she has been there and we loved having her. My mother on the other hand cannot say the same. My grandmother is manipulating, she pins people against each other, and although a sweet old woman to any observer, she’s batshit crazy.
By Shaun Breaux4 years ago in Confessions
