Humanity
I Woke up and Died
I opened my eyes. She leaned in. “You had a heart attack” Staring, unable to speak, I looked at my wife blankly. I realized I heard words, I realized who she was. I recognized each word, but I could not comprehend the sentence, or for that matter, the situation. What seemed like an eternity later, my mind had hung on the last word: heart attack. It was a dreamy consciousness.
By Arthur Brain4 years ago in Confessions
Parents Aren't Always Right
Growing up, I believed everything my parents told me. "Don't play on the monkey bars," my father said, "You'll get hurt, I just know it." Or, "Don't ride your bike, you'll fall and scrape your knee... or worse. You could DIE!" My father was a very passive aggressive man, especially when my mother was around. He hated everything that had to do with fun, or in other words, my independence. He believed that little girls needed to stay close beside their fathers, and fear the world around them.
By Cameron Kirin4 years ago in Confessions
Adrift in the Chaos
It feels so easy to sit here and be all doom and gloom; to ramble on about the state of affairs in our world today... But that's not really what I want to talk about. I'm not interested in spending hours deep diving into every issue thats currently plaging us; whether as a community, a nation, or a world. I'm more interested in stretching out my hands and finally putting to words the deep echoing screams that reverberate in my soul.
By Lucas Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
A Girl At A Bus Stop
This happened as a teenager in the mid seventies. I was driving home from a night in Garstang and was coming through Broughton and noticed a girl I knew at a bus stop. I stopped the car and got out and ran up to give her a big hug from behind, saying “Hi” . It was ten thirty at night , there were street lights and two pubs , one The Golden Ball close by.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Work,
Dear Work, I can’t believe how fast five years goes. It seems like only yesterday I was hemming and hawing at your interview. The conversation went well, and you just hired me on the spot! Giving me a shot at a position I felt unwholly qualified for was a huge relief to my life and my budget. But quickly the obligation set in, and the pixie dust of feeling wanted turned into well, dust dust (it really is tough to keep your house clean. Did you know that I would be a mini-janitor when you hired me?)
By S Suye 4 years ago in Confessions
The Writer's Dilemma
I am a writer. In all honesty, the signs were always there. Even now, I look back at my life and wonder why (or how) I didn’t see it sooner. When I was eight years old, I wrote a short story for my grade three assignment. While most children wrote about a page or two, I wrote thirty, with illustrations. Oh sure, it was obviously written by an amateur: spelling and grammatical errors, lack of proper story beats or theme, and I’m pretty sure I ripped off Dragon Heart (1996) and Return of the Jedi (1983). I remember the teacher once telling me I couldn’t read the whole thing to the class because it was too long and would take up too much time. Nevertheless, that short story filled me with pride, bringing a light to my otherwise dismal life.
By B.D. Reid4 years ago in Confessions
6 Things I want to Tell my Inner Child on Love, Life and Dreams
Dear Girl, It has been a long journey. I still remember standing in front of a hazy almirah mirror and declaring it to my friends that “I am my first best friend”. I was 15 years old. I smiled at the rather confused expression of my friends reflected in the mirror.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
The Horrors of Men's Abuse of Power
Living life as a woman in this world is an extremely difficult thing to do. I wouldn't exactly call myself a femanist and I know that I am only just starting out on my life journey, however I have faced male enforced issues since youth.
By Kalla Lavender4 years ago in Confessions
What Many Refuse to Say
A man helped me in such a way that it will never be forgotten. I have cared for my family for over twenty years. At the age of eight, I obtained my first job. By the time I turned eleven, I purchased everything I needed for my first apartment. I wasn't thinking about a house. although, I was raised in a beautiful home in a country setting with both parents and siblings for playmates until, my dad and mother decided to separate, then divorce. My mother took the children, gave my dad the house and the property along side of it. Being so young, I could not understand why we were in a different city and my dad at home alone. I just wanted to go home to my dad, sit and watch television as I did from the age of four next my dad.
By Poetic Empress- Original4 years ago in Confessions
