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Retirement Escapades
It’s 3 AM, and I’m sitting in an emergency room with my husband, who is writhing in pain on the hospital bed. I hold his hand and think of the incident that caused such excitement on our quiet street at midnight and wonder how I will ever be able to hold my head up at our little post office in the future.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
By Kelsey O'Malley3 years ago in Confessions
Why I'll never win a challenge
Alright, I'll admit I may have exaggerated a little in the title, just to get your attention. Did it work? In truth, always and never are far too big words for so little a confession I have to make. You see, I have a vice. Call it a downside, an indulgence, or a weakness if you prefer.
By Claire Guérin3 years ago in Confessions
A Sort Of Problem
Introduction I recently wrote a piece setting myself a task to create a fiction that was entirely positive. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did, and the story I am talking about is at the end of this one. So what is my problem?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
100 things I'd rather do than finish the story I'm writing to enter the Christopher Paolini Vocal+ Members-Only Fantasy Fiction Challenge
If you’re like me, you write. But whenever someone cheerfully chirps: “Ooh, I love writing! I live to write!” you wince. Why? Because writing isn’t fun.
By P. D. Murray3 years ago in Confessions
The Graveyard's Eyes
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been there --- to the graveyard. How many times I’ve felt the bone-chilling stares of the headstones as I walked through the raven-black gates. Every time, I gripped my flowers, my eyes roaming the silence, my heart pumping like a maniac because I felt something. At first, it was just the headstones. They surrounded me like a hungry murder of crows, each one different in its own way. Everything within me screamed to go back to the entrance, but the memories of my mother called to me. When I reached her headstone, the previous flowers I had laid stolen from the desperate fingers of the dead, the memories came stabbing back.
By Kevin B. Jones3 years ago in Confessions
One Dinner With Friends Reminded Me Why I Avoid Social Interaction
I’m notorious among my group of friends for turning down social invites. It’s amazing I have any friends left as often as I reply with a ‘no’ to their invitations. The guilt crushes me, but I feel helpless most days to offer another answer.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Confessions
My passenger yells at me for 30 minutes straight
“Here when you’re ready” I press send on the message just as I pull into your street because I’ve learned that the mobile signal near your apartments is hopeless, so I need to send the message before I have zero bars. Besides, that usually gives me enough time to turn around before you're outside and ready to get into my car.
By D-Donohoe3 years ago in Confessions
