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The Lightbulb Moment
Have ever wanted someone you know is way out of your league someone you can see but can't touch. Someone who is on your mind all the time and no matter what you do you can't get this person off your mind. For me, that person is Johnny Edlind, for those who don't know him the photo above is him. This is a singer, photographer, model, and entrepreneur. I have been following him for years as when I started writing one the apps I used to get my work out there was and still is a platform called Chapter Interactive Stories. This platform had just added a feature where now you as the reader can write your own stories they also allow you to add photos so I saw him and a lot more tattooed models that the writer on this app used all the time Stephen James was another one. He lives in London and uses to play futball or as we Americans call it soccer. Both bodies are full of tattoos and both unbelievably attractive. At first, when I started following his page I stayed hidden I didn't want to be one of those girls who contact a public figure just because I like the way he looks. I wanted more than that to be honest what I wanted more than anything at first was a mentor but, even that I kept to myself for years because to me I thought no guy like him would ever take on a girl like me. There was nothing special about me nothing that stood out I had one gift that I knew I could do and that was telling stories but even that I was having trouble with at the time because I had yet found my voice in my writing so everything that I had put out on this app to me was just crap. I can't count how many times I started a story only to delete it when it was not going the way I saw in my head. I have this problem where in my mind I can jump 3 chapters ahead and know what will happen the fun part for me is basically filling in blanks and making the story pop even more to the reader. I love that about writing when you write you are not you at the moment you are the one you are writing about.
By GhostTheWriter5 years ago in Confessions
The Trade
The Trade I was in fourth grade at St. John the Baptist grade school and life hadn’t scarred me, yet. There were two classes in every grade, 1st thru 8th and I drew 4A and my teacher was Sister Peters, or as we kids knew her, Sister Pickle Face, she always had a sour look plastered on her mug. At mid semester break my parents were informed I was being transferred, traded outright, to 4B, why, well there was no explanation, but back then you just did as told. I had a straight A report card except for conduct and that wasn’t good. My parents figured I was too much in class, but I had just turned nine, how much trouble could I be? And was the worst part was Sister Pickle got a student to be named later, it was humiliating.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Growing up in the Twilight Era
Looking back, I'm surprised that the global phenomenon of Twilight initially passed me by. I actually had not heard of Twilight until 2008, when the film was just being released on DVD. Through classmates conversations, my knowledge of the story went as far as - a bland girl fancies a moody vampire, but gets caught in a love triangle with a muscle-head werewolf. That was it. I probably may not have even watched it, if not for my mother buying me a copy at our local Blockbusters' as a gift - anyone else remember Blockbusters? Good times. So with no knowledge or expectations, I decided to give this film a try.
By Ted Ryan5 years ago in Confessions
To be a writer.
Writing and reading have always been passions of mine. Ever since I was a young girl I can always remember being able to read ahead of others. I've always been told by others and felt myself that I had a way with words and writing, but somehow lately when I sit down to get anything done I can only manage to barely attempt to put the words in my brain into writing. My brain seems to be covered in a dark fog lately my mind drifts off into a million directions and the letters on the keyboard in front of me all start to blur together while I drift into daydreams.
By Amber St John5 years ago in Confessions
And That's on Periods
I am the most embarrassing person alive. Wait. Let me rephrase that: I am the most embarrassed person alive. This is not hyperbolic. If my mind was the main vessel in Inside Out, it wouldn't be the lovely Joy leading the ship. It would be Fear because I am afraid of being embarrassed. To make matters worse, I am living as an embarrassed person despite not having done anything embarrassing today or yesterday.
By Bella Leon5 years ago in Confessions
The Big Lie
The Big Lie I was eleven and good at math so I got my first paying job, at Kona Lanes, score keeping for adult bowling leagues on Saturday mornings. My penmanship was excellent so I had quite a few teams bidding for my services. My parents were pleased I’d found something to do during the summer but the yard maintenance fell on Matt which just pissed him off. He was better in math than I was but his handwriting looked like cave drawings.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Biggest Strikeout Ever
Biggest Strikeout Ever T Marin and I had decided to go to the cabin for the parents were staying home and we felt we needed a few nights of peace and relaxation. Now if you’ve been reading any of my posts neither of us did peace or relaxation very well, it had been snowing in Big Bear for the last week or so and the drive would be long and arduous.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
Check Please!
Emily wasn’t the seductive beauty that she always saw in her sisters and often comparted herself too. She had more natural beauty, at least that’s how her mom described it. Emily was tall but not too tall, she was thin but not too thin, she was outgoing but not obnoxious. She was pretty but not beautiful… at least that’s how she would describe it. She had brown hair, but she always wanted blonde hair. She bought sexy business clothes but never wore them. She owned and collected a few dozen pair of Prada and Monolo Blahnik heels. Sadly, the only time they touched her feet was right before she set them on a shelf, for a life of forever loneliness of shoes perched in her closet from that point on.
By Donna Reimus5 years ago in Confessions
Gridiron Greatness
It is only with great difficulty that one can look all pumped up to his peers while still successfully hiding from the coaches; this was the condition I found myself in on the sidelines of the Cheyenne East practice field. I was a junior, but I was playing on the Laramie High School sophomore football team because it was my first year. It was not that I was scared to take a hit or give one. Far from it, I relished the impact of colliding helmets; it was missing a block or setting a screen for a pass when I should have been pulling for a run that kept me voluntarily benched.
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Confessions
Best What if Questions to Ask Your Friends!
“What If?” questions are a great way to launch a discussion. They're also great as an icebreaker or a fun get-to-know-you game for any group activity. This article includes open-ended questions to stimulate thought, humorous questions to add levity to every meeting, and a list of questions for a "What If?" Questions Game. For a fun evening with your colleagues, create your own what-if questions.
By Tara5 years ago in Confessions
Family
I was driving as a job, actually loved this experience because I met so many different variations of people. One night I picked up this man, as I was picking him up I said to him, "You can ride up in the front if you would like. He replied, "Yes I would like that." I had picked up so many men, not a thought crossed my mind about it. As we were chatting on this 15-minute drive to his destination, I was amazed at how much chemistry we had. He had such a great sense of humor, I had not laughed with happiness in so long. It felt great. As I looked at the GPS the ride was coming to an end, I didn't want it to end but I was not brave enough to say anything either. We continued laughing as I was pulling up to his house my mind was racing through ideas to see him again. I had it, once we said our goodbyes before I ended the Uber. I sent a message saying "Phone number"?Hoping he got it. I went home and told my children that I had met an amazing man tonight that caught my attention. I told them "This is my guy". He is who I want. I had an incredible feeling about this. I wait for hours for a phone call. But received nothing that night. The next morning I will never forget 8 a.m. The phone was ringing, I never answered my phone in the morning or when I was half asleep. I answered It was him I was so excited. I woke my children up to tell them he called. I had a date and this felt so incredible, this was my guy, I never have felt this way. They say when you know; you just know. Two months into this relationship we were sitting outside on the front porch. He told me many of the obstacles that were in front of him. I took a deep breath wondering if I was strong enough for those obstacles. We went to bed that night and that was all I could think about. Can I handle this? I decided yes, I cared for him as I have never cared for anyone before. We had challenges for the next year, but I always said "We get the bad out of the way and the rest would be a breeze" Little did I know the following year was going to be my hardest, As I felt everything was finally coming together when we were sitting in the bedroom one night after all the obstacles we made it through, he was my best friend, love, my hope, and my happiness. He said to me "I need to go and I need to be by myself for a while, My own place". accepted all of these challenges, and I still stand beside him and respect his choice. I have no regrets. I hope he sees all of the things I have accepted and how much I love him. He gave not only me but my children the best two years we could ask for, I wait for this to be another obstacle to overcome. As we all sit here patiently and wait for him to come back home. Through all of these drawbacks and problems, I still see how much he has helped me and my family progress and we see how important he is and how he has helped us all become better people. We want him to overcome this obstacle and so we can be a family and finally see how much we have impacted each other's lives and how important one another is to each other. Throughout all of these drawbacks, I see how important he is to us and how he has shaped our family into the people we are today. How that has made us better people and in the end, I have no regrets. We want him to come back after this and finish what we started together.
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
