Embarrassment
I Gave My Ex-Boyfriend Lice. Top Story - November 2021.
For a few years, I worked in catering and was often lucky enough to be assigned coat-check by the maître’d. It was always a relief and made me feel appreciated in the workplace. I made amazing tips, got to wear clothes that didn’t make me look like a penguin (because my uniform sure did), and I didn’t have to work very hard at all.
By Susie Pinon4 years ago in Confessions
Pug Life
You know how a dog looks when he’s taking a dump? All hunched up, embarrassed, and vulnerable? Then when he’s finished with his business, he flings grass behind him, all proud, like nothing happened...and takes off running? Only once in my life I did that. And it was divine.
By Lisa Bartow4 years ago in Confessions
How to make an absolute fool of yourself?! aka. just another Wednesday…
As we all know, we have those days when our mind is having trouble to catch up with our mouth. We all have that every once in a while, don't we?! Let`s just say those moments can b e super embarrassing, I had those waaaay too many times. This last one was awkward enough that my inner self just died on the spot. My soul left my body facepalming itself repeatedly.
By Dory4 years ago in Confessions
Foot on the Break(ake)
This story will not even be serious, I got checked. I don't understand why people won't grow up, stop playing checkers. See I play chess so I don't even entertain drama, I was doing shit I had no business doing. It's okay I got a new girl her name is karma, shes for everyone though. Overtime I keep hearing I need to work on myself, who is to say I'm not being humble. People always tell me to go get it, most of their women came and got me before I got my car. I guess I should just focus on myself to who knows you might let her borrow the car. I have no issue going there, its not a newspaper that is why I don't see the issue. I don't even have the energy to say I told you so, like success is the best revenge. So while y'all working your ass off still and driving all over town running up that gas, I will have a rebuilding and resting phase.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
We are, “together”
Shut and secure, with headphones placed safely and tightly on both ears, disconnecting them from the outside world but placing them strictly in another. The wide, black, curtains were neatly tucked around the window, blocking any distraction of the passing of the day. Just the digital clock in the corner of the screen reminded them what hour it was. What day. Month. Because it’s been months since Alex left. Since they grew into that gaming chair, moving just for the main three necessities: food, toilet and sleep. But even the last one managed to catch them at their desk. Their eyelids would shut, suddenly, leaving them with their cheek slapped on the keyboard.
By WriterinWonder4 years ago in Confessions
I Had a Deep Fear That I Wasn’t Good Enough
I couldn’t live up to my own expectations of myself. I couldn’t be as perfect as I thought I should be. I couldn’t keep up with the tri-athletes and the mountain climbers. I couldn’t dance. I had no rhythm and so I sat back in the corner and cried.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
"It's Good"
Don’t tell me I am good! Good implies there is room for improvement, but that you don’t want to tell me, probably out of politeness, why I am not great, excellent, or phenomenal. Good is approachable. Good is an acceptable place to stop. Good is the gateway to resisting change. Good implies the possibility of change; but if it doesn’t, that is ok. Good is stagnation that will get me lost in contented adequacy.
By E. J. Strange4 years ago in Confessions
How I Managed to Not Create One Story for the 8-Part Summer Fiction Series
Summer steadily seeped through grates we thought had been sealed. 2020 was inconceivable. 2021 has been the embodiment of the residual effects of the catastrophic 2020. There was such a push to get back to normal, we forgot the inevitability of progression. Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. When the beginning is so treacherous, we often are desperate for the end. An ending we hope against probability will be fairytale-like.
By Jada Ferguson4 years ago in Confessions
