Childhood
Crystallically Me
Hello there~ Pleasure to meet you darling! My name is Crystal, lovely name right? I couldn’t stand it for the longest time, honestly. I mean, the name of a stone? Sure it’s a beautiful gem, but… Did you know that you can forcibly change the color? Yup! It’s science, you need some dye, a torch and patience. But drop the heated crystal in the dye and it’ll drink it up. Though my story is just one of the dime a dozen out there~ I was harassed and degraded into a corner until I wouldn’t show my own color, I was a crystal that hid in the dark; easy enough to mix me up with onyx at that point, ne? I’ll bring you a little bit into my past for how I fell so deeply into the dark, and what finally broke me out of my geode~ I’ll attempt to spare you the puns (no promises!)
By Crystal Ayers4 years ago in Confessions
Oh So Quiet.
Winter in England, UK. 1995. She had no clue; the first rule to ‘fit in’ is to be happy within. In a British state-funded secondary school that smelt of disinfectant, food and sweat, full of testing teenagers, stood a 15-year-old girl. 90% moody, yet defiantly desperate to fit in with her peers.
By ESTHER CLARKE4 years ago in Confessions
A Bitter Taste
I’m sitting there thinking when reality slaps me in the face. I’m really in a lesbian bar. My eyes stared out into the opened air. I always anything but flattered. All my thoughts were married to the lesbian bar that night. I heard wedding bells going off inside my head. My thoughts had been taken captive by Sodom and Gomorrah. I had waiting my whole life to meet the emblem of my dreams. I became inflamed in ecstasy towards females. A voice inside my head spoke, “Are you ready to put a ring around the bars of lesbianism?” This was going to be my big night marrying the women of my fantasy.
By Bernadine Jarmon4 years ago in Confessions
I Go Back To Childhood
My childhood wasn’t something I am proud of or happy to remember. It was a revolving door of scenes, pictures and mini movies that haunt my mind. The majority was spent in my mother’s trailer, a thin white stretch of house with black trim. For part of my life there was a blue shed falling apart in the back yard, and then later there was one built off to the side of the yard, that protective plastic on the wood never taken off and starting to peel as years went by. There was a little blue dog house with black shingles that housed the best friend I had ever known as a child. You would see a smaller version of me climbing all over that dog at any point, clutching his fur while I was huddled inside the small musty smelling wooden house, and I could taste nothing but salty tears. He was always patient though, letting me hold him, and then when I could no longer fit inside, I would sit on the sloped roof and cry, my faithful Max sitting down at my feet and waiting for my sadness to leave. There was another dog, a big boxy rottweiler who let me sit on his not sloped roof and jumped up to comfort me while I cried. Sometimes when I had run outside to cry you could her my mom yelling at me about it, how I had nothing to cry about, I was just being dramatic; can you feel those words pierce my heart like I can?
By Morgan Starkey4 years ago in Confessions
After This Life
Sitting by the brook listening is one of my favorite things to do. Watching it closely, too. The glimmering flow of water gently rolling over rocks, never veering off course as it dances and weaves downstream. Sparkles of light stay in perfect tempo with its soothing sound. Who doesn’t love the music of a brook? I can think of no one. Of course, as a six year old, I don’t know that many people.
By Lese Dunton4 years ago in Confessions
Eight Things I Miss About Childhood. Top Story - December 2021.
The older I get, the more nostalgic I get for the times when I lived at home with my parents and sister and didn’t have many obligations or worries. Looking back with rosy pink glasses, everything seemed so much better, easier, and fun.
By S.A. Ozbourne4 years ago in Confessions
RUNNING WIT' DA DEVIL
Yeah, I could have been something special, but one night I saw something that had rocked my world. From almost the very first day that I was able to discern the nuances of speech and language, I was cautioned against going on 7th Street at night, especially a Friday night. During the day, 7th Street, it seemed, was no different than 6th Street where I stayed, but on the weekend, something or someone—the devil, perhaps—shook 7th Street up until it vomited, throwing up all the bitterness and anger of helpless niggas trapped in a maze of hopelessness.
By GIBRAN TARIQ4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZLED BY WORDS C2 and start C3
Then we all started walking to the pool. Halfway there Kailey said it was way too cool. So, I gave her my hoody, and said I don't see how that can be its June 30th and it's like 80 degrees. She thanks me for being sweet, and a few minutes later we made it to the baseball diamond. It was right behind the Huber heights municipal pool. So, we sat down on the bleachers. The girls said it was too cold to go swimming, but, Johnny, chuck, and I wanted to have some fun. So, we stripped down to our under pants and hopped the fence. Chuck was jumping off the diving board, johnny was going down the waterslide and I was flipping off the lifeguard tower. We were having a blast, but it did not last for long. After just a few minutes, 3 lifeguards came out and chased us off. I'm not sure why they were there, because by the time Kailey had gotten ready and we had made it to the pool it was 11:30 p.m. and we had broken in.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
