Dating
If I had Won The 20,000 Challenge
Today is the day when Vocal announces their 20 winners 20,00o prize for 2021's Best short stories. I went to the list three times and i was bummed out and I was depressed and I didn't feel like writing anymore. I felt like writing on vocal was a waste of my time. I took a couple of Tylonel p.m.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Confessions
My Favorite Memory
The light wind blew the wind chimes outside. The sound quieted my nerves. I swooped my long ponytail behind my bare back. My maid of honor handed me my bouquet and lifted my fiery red wedding dress (It’s non-traditional, but it’ll make sense later) at the end so that I could step into my heels. The room we were in had a beautiful large window and the sun peared on me as if giving me it’s blessing. The window was cracked and a bee snuck in and buzzed it’s way to my bouquet and plopped on a flower. My brides and I giggled. I wondered what secrets a little bee could hold. I breathed in the floral scent. I smiled. This was it. It was love at first sight when I found my hunny. I had searched for him for a long time. He’s my heart’s true love.
By Khoree Lamon 4 years ago in Confessions
When An Angel Call's
I looked at the clock and it was 6:58 pm. My throat tightened, my eyes narrowed as I was attempting to fight back tears. Luke wasn’t coming; I might as well accept the reality that he had ghosted me again. Another broken promise and another lie. More rejection. I ran upstairs and screamed in a guttural tone punishing myself.
By Heather Smith4 years ago in Confessions
I Wanted to be a Womanizer
I learned about healthy relationships the long painful way... I had all the moves. I was physically attractive enough and had a line of bull that would make pants fall off by themselves. I dated two beauty queens in high school at the same time. While in college, I would go to strip clubs and seduce strippers into paying for my drinks. Hell, I visited prostitutes in my twenties, and one asked me to come back and see her on her day off.
By Tom Bissonette, M.S.W. Ret.4 years ago in Confessions
Pink Hoodie
I still have your pink hoodie. Tucked away in a drawer, in the closet. It's washed, it's clean. It would still fit me if I wore it right now. It won't ever leave unless I let it. It frankly can't unfollow me either. So I still have your hoodie but do you still have my letters? There were 8 of them I recall. Written on yellow legal pad paper. I was 19. Didn't think I was pretty. But I was good at writing so I wrote to you. I put the letters in a Vans shoe box. The shoe box not mine but my brother's. I didn't wear Vans but you did. White ones. The only pair I believe you owned. I put the letters in the box to give them a place where they could rest while we undoubtedly stayed up too late. I wasn't planning on giving them to you. But I did anyway. It was the least I could do because you gave me your pink hoodie.
By Amira Buckly4 years ago in Confessions
Reconnecting
I was on my way out of a long hot shift at work, relieved, and chatting with my work partner as we quick stepped our way through the rest of the plant towards the door when i happened to notice him staring me down.... so intently that even my partner made a comment as we passed by.
By Amanda Bowser4 years ago in Confessions
Codependency Made Me Do It
Everyone talks about how empowering it is to be independent, and I have yet to hear someone talk about why independence is so rewarding in relationships. I'm here to disrupt the pattern by giving you my perspective of codependency through the lens of an entrepreneur in her 20's. As teens, we all have made questionable decisions, especially in love.
By Amourè Deezyy4 years ago in Confessions
My Love, My Owl
SWOOOOOSSSSHHH! Like a ravenous megalodon attacking your dreams after the most intense shark week yet! As fierce as a woman ready to make her stand against oppression! With the beauty of Medusa and with one piercing look you’re turned to stone, but still can’t help yourself. That kind of, impossible to forget, kind of beauty! Feathers as soft and porous as chenille fabric. The elegant Barn Owl! I thought to myself sitting near a riverbank amongst the trees and amongst my most beloved Barn Owl. My spirit animal.
By Christian D. Orr4 years ago in Confessions
My first date
I absolutely had no idea what I agreed to when she called me up and asked if we could go to the amusement park. I mean, of all the places, why did I say yes to this place? I hate crowds, the noise of children, parents running behind the children, the dancing lights, those innumerable shops that always had something you wanted to buy, those bouncy rides, and let's not forget the giant wheel. I gulped.
By Shruthi Rajaram4 years ago in Confessions
