Humanity
Garbage
Loneliness crept into the basement Cas lived in, like a shadow blanketing over him as he stared blankly at the loading screen of a video game. Another night escaped him by playing a competitive shooter while listening to music, attempting to escape his thoughts. An alert on his cell phone caught his attention. Another like on a Facebook photo he posted a bit ago. Noticing the time he sighed.
By Ghosty Writer4 years ago in Confessions
From the ashes of her death
Decided to stop by a local tavern on the way home from work, have a beer, and shoot a couple of games of pool. Met a man who played well, battled for a couple of hours trading wins, and one mistake gave the other the chance to run the table out. This level of play did not go unnoticed by the bartender who eventually became my future wife. Noticing my loss and coming to get more beers, she said to me, “You’re playing a lot of games quickly.” I said, “It happens when you run the table a lot.” She said, “That guy doesn’t lose very much.” He was her brother.
By Ismael Fernandez4 years ago in Confessions
An unintentional love letter
Isn't it kinda crazy how nothing in our lives really ever turns out how we think it will… for example, a few months ago I was writing about how I wanted to live in New York City and now the thought of leaving makes me want to cry. It's crazy how people will do that for you. I feel like everything and nothing has changed all at once in a very short span of time. Looking back, I guess things have changed a lot in 6 months. I moved into the city, got a different roommate, met some new friends, and met the people who are quite possibly going to be the loves of my life.
By Mallory Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Cholesterol and Cartwheels. Top Story - August 2021.
Here’s the thing about time, they tell you that it flies, but they don’t tell you the other part. Sure, it flies, but oddly enough, it also stands completely still. Well, maybe not completely, but almost. It’s a strange contradiction, or more accurately, series of contradictions, that pop up sometime after 40 and really makes itself known once you hit 50. Somehow, I find myself stuck somewhere between young ingénue and cranky old lady. It’s a fine and strange line to straddle. Here are some examples:
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Confessions
Get out of the Attic and into the Basement
Conversations should leave the listeners with a nice relaxed feeling and a confidence they have gotten something good out their time with us. A few days ago, I had a conversation with a man that left me with a vague idea what we talked about. His voice was tight and on the high end of the tones. I had a hard time focusing on what he said and I remember feeling tired after we parted ways. He was definitely in the attic during out conversation. What I mean by that is, his tone of voice was particularly high. In phone sales and appointment setting, we have all experienced this and knew when it happens even if you don't think you have.
By Laura Miller 4 years ago in Confessions
Ghost or Ghoul?
I know you heard of the term zombie and ghost used to describe people as non-existent, I am neither one. I am a ghoul! I know that sounds different, but ghouls usually are coherent and are aware of everything around them. The thing that usually makes them stick out is there skin, usually they don't age or show change. I am one of those people especially not aging, I am twenty-seven looking like I just turned twenty-one.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
Ceilings
Her eyes shot open. Finding herself once again staring at a familiar yet foreign ceiling. Shit had been like this for a little over a year now, one place after another. Ceiling after ceiling. She didn’t care about the ‘where’, she certainly didn’t care about the “reputation” she was cultivating; slut, whore, bitch... unimaginative words. Thought up by dullards. People who regularly spewed those epitaphs were just as bad, or jealous.
By E. Pualani Nekoba4 years ago in Confessions
Sit Down
I was brainwashed into thinking that I had no power. My inner strength was so weak that Theresa almost died. No human being on earth should ever have to go through life brainwashed because some ass whole decided it was your turn to die. I don’t mean dye in the sense that you have no more life in you. I mean to die in the sense of verbal, mental, and emotional death, and this doesn’t limit actual physical end either. Physical death is the last step, but while I am still on this earth, I will always speak the truth about my reality no matter how much resistance I get. Some people will probably be pissed off at me for saying these things, but it needs to be said for various reasons.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
Confident
Become so confident in who you are that no one’s opinion, rejection, or behavior can rock you. (8-Images. Blogspot) I never thought that I would be the one to say these things over myself because of all the sadness in the world today. I have to make sure that every day I wake up with the sole purpose of becoming more confident than I was a day ago. I do care about other’s opinions if they are in my inner circle, so when my inner circle starts to give me rejections about a decision that I am about to make that could hurt me, I pause to hear them out. Even if my inner circle starts behaving differently than I am used to with them, that doesn’t mean that it is terrible. All that tells me is that I need to refocus my intentions on what I am trying to do because my inner circle is the ones that are going to make sure that they hold me accountable for reaching the goals that I have set for myself.
By Theresa Evans4 years ago in Confessions
