Childhood
I Drink of My Sisters
Three friends and I walk into the woods. It's a hot July day. We remembered sunscreen but not insect repellant. I've got the picnic basket, which doesn't have a meal for us. It's full of candles, incense, matches, seashells, feathers, a rusty steak knife, a quilting pin, a coffee mug, and a half-empty bottle of grape juice.
By Deanna Cassidy4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to an Old Friend
Letter to an old friend, In the late seventies I used to walk blocks and blocks away from home to visit you, the one person I could call my friend. Your lovely home was one of the only places I could feel safe outside of the insanity of my own home. It’s odd looking back, but I never said anything about my life, and you never asked.
By Mary O'Connor4 years ago in Confessions
Across the ocean
The flicker of street lights. My gentle weep. That night I knew things would change, and I had no control over any of it. It was the 5th grade, my father’s words echoed in my mind—the amount of anger, the amount of sadness. Emotion devoured us. I didn't get much sleep that night because that sentence was like a siren.
By Patty4 years ago in Confessions
Partnerships that work.
There is a popular saying in the community that I am from, they say twenty children cannot play for twenty years. I really do not understand this until I became of age and noticed all that they had been saying to us when we were young were true and all through.
By Olalekan Adeeko4 years ago in Confessions
I can’t believe I partook in this
It started as an innocent, or so I thought 16th birthday party at my friends house. But before I knew it we were scheming together, about 8 of us, to wait until late in the night when his parents and most people were asleep, and go throw eggs at a girl from school’s house! This was something I never could have imagined doing, but there I found myself just a couple hours later, throwing an egg on her roof.
By Swami Prem Anand4 years ago in Confessions
Our Homemade Horror Turned Comedy
So, it all started with a vacation trip. My mother and her husband rented out this small island (No, they're not super rich or something. We live in florida, many renting opportunities). I was allowed to bring a friend, and I chose my childhood friend since second grade, Kaileah. I believe we had just graduated high school at this point. We were initially excited, because... well, the obvious! An island all to ourselves! It sounds exciting and fun. It was only a couple hours drive away. We didn't know what to expect but we figured it was going to be awesome!
By Hannah Coltson 4 years ago in Confessions
