Secrets
Top 5 Essential Thrift-finds Found Whilst Shopping at Thrift-stores
I have always been an avid fan of thrift-finds at thrift-stores. I remember when I was a little girl, my mother would wake me up early in the morning, ask me to get dressed, slip into my flimsy pair of sandals, finish the milk and bread roll, while she finishes her coffee too. After that quick breakfast, she grabs the basket with her right hand, and grabs my tiny hand with her left hand and then off to market we go.
By Faerybhee5 years ago in Confessions
Run!
Have you ever been to prison? Unfortunately for me, I have! 688 days, but who’s counting? Today is my 8th anniversary of freedom, 04/01/13. I wish this was a joke, APRIL FOOLS, but it's not. April won't commemorate my marriage, the day I got clean, or spring break. The only shower that April brings is rein over my release date. Yeah, so today definitely marked a milestone and before I go further I have to say: a limited 5,000 words really steals the justice from my story, but I will give it my damnedest!
By Tripp Any Where5 years ago in Confessions
Toast to the Queen
'Spell 24 -- When reality walks in a stranger.../ Face, eyes and voice far away so foreign/ And your heart and mind fill with such danger/ Fearing they will overrule you then will reign./ Energy in you must overpower/ Tame the beauty and beast to make them meek!/ Or failing, lock them in a high tower/ Until yielding and forgiveness do seek. /Pierce your heart, blood from right middle finger./ A drop in a drink should be kept hidden./ Speak slow and low their name as lips linger./ Be assured they drink as common heathen./ A wonderful witch magic spell to whine / Drinking a glass of blood red Merlot wine...'
By isarte5 years ago in Confessions
I Didn't Have Sex with My Husband for 10 Years
Sex is something that most people take for granted — especially when they are in a relationship. They assume that their partner will have sex with them on at least a semi-regular basis. They believe that sex will be something they have access to for the duration of their relationship.
By Autumn Seave5 years ago in Confessions
Project Field
PROJECT FIELD ** Notated and written by : Gary Wayne Morrison II CHAPTER 1 The project was supposed to be a project in which we investigated quantum field energy as a new energy source. volunteers were told they would be given a trial dose of an inhaled vitamin supplement with micro engineered tracking hormones in it and that by way of electromagnetic monitoring progress would be recorded.
By Gary Morrison II5 years ago in Confessions
Grey Gifts
Two were the color white, with scattered shades of charcoal in between. One was your typical dark brown while the last was a hybrid of the two, but they all indicated good health so I wasn’t concerned. All were hardened to some degree, laying on a bed of synthetic green blades, partially shaded by a combination of this black metal folding chair with the cheapest plastic laundry basket on top that was procured from some low end store awhile back. These gifts were dropped off by someone that I cared very deeply for and were for me alone to pick up at some point in time, but I thought to myself, that was not this current one.
By Kimberly Harper5 years ago in Confessions
Musings from an Insomniac
It has always started with the birds. As far back as I can remember, the birds have been the soundtrack to my surrender, the inevitability of the dawn. I wrestle with trying to shut them out as much as I wrestle with the idea of getting out of bed and taking a brisk walk around my sleepy neighborhood.
By Deborah Nava5 years ago in Confessions
What goes around
Tonight, I will be getting married at midnight. The poor guy just doesn't know it, yet. I caught sight of myself reflected in the copper elevator door of the luxury hotel, Wynn Las Vegas. Wearing not quite a bridal outfit. Red latex dress and black velvet choker, to hide my barcode, I look so young. Young? Not really. I’m 52 but I look 25. And I will forever.
By SARAH STEWART5 years ago in Confessions
My Assistant Is A Spy
I have a 'Thing' for shoes. A lot of my friends do as well. There are usually five or six pair of heels under my desk at the office. I have a small mirror near my desk to check how my shoes look before I go to meetings, or anywhere really. A few weeks ago I noticed the mirror was moved a few feet from it's normal place. I chalked it up to the cleaning crew that comes in in the evenings.
By Petra5 years ago in Confessions
His Secret
Everyone’s secrets vary; but the deeper you dig within the more you realize. I have messed up pretty bad. But in a way I don’t regret it because of the result. I remember when I first met him. Tall, dark hair and a surprising lack of expression. He seemed like a military man being as serious as he was. His eyes seemed so innocent looking and clear but it truly was just a mirror for he wouldn’t ever let anyone into his soul. After his interigation I was given the permission to be his partner. But still his eyes were still a mere reflection. His laughter seemed so realistic and his kisses seemed genuine as his lips played with mine. It seemed as real as the Bright blue sky. We were expecting a surprise within no time at all not long after the new year. Every witness who saw us said it was unlike anything ever witnessed. The physical affliction was so real the surprise was surly the symbol of our love. But not long after the surprise he changed. The midnight was present as I fell victim to his true nature. He casted all love and passion aside and took what he desired. Only thing present was my flesh and my soul which broke. My mind and body numb, my voice gone. Silence fell and bleeding physically. He threw himself aside as I tremble upon the carpet till I felt the cold tile of the bathroom. All I saw was red, just red against the white tile. My mind failed and crawling into the shower. Stiches torn. My body weak and here I lay. As my vision goes black.
By Lexi Merlette5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Fleur
As much as it hurts that my hands will not be the one that encapsulates yours tonight. That my lips will not be the taste that you want tonight. That I can no longer rock you to sleep or kiss you goodnight. That my embrace will no longer be as satisfactory to you as a warm bowl of soup on a cold winter evening. That my presence no longer brings happiness to your delicately beautiful face. That I can no longer run my hands through your silky hair.
By Damilola5 years ago in Confessions
