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THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES Some rock musicians are recognised as much for their flamboyant, premature, or just plain odd demises as for their great lives. Sadly, a rock star's lack of privacy often follows them into the afterlife since, as soon as they pass away, images, inquiries, and hypotheses surrounding their demise appear online. Fans will delve deeply into the stories behind the deaths of their rock idols today more than ever thanks to social media accessibility and humanity's age-old morbid fascination with death.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later. Top Story - December 2022.
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
By Kelsey O'Malley3 years ago in Confessions
A Walk Through the Woods
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Dale didn't know the real look of the cabin, except what he had seen on the B&B website, but I already knew every outside detail of it. I had memorized the roof's jutting points, its front windows, its peaked roof, the mocha color of its siding, and especially its front porch with a green aluminum roof and and dark wooden floorboards. I also knew that it was situated by a creek running swiftly down the side of a big hill and then it took a right and meandered through water logged boulders and past the cabin. I remembered the stone wall and wooden bridge that took you into the woods where I imagined all kinds of creatures, great and small, lived.
By Bonnie Webb3 years ago in Confessions
Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 1: The Sperm Donor My favorite quote from one of my favorite books is “We all create stories to protect ourselves” It comes from a book I found whilst finishing up high school. I found this book, due to a singer I had been a fan of since middle school, named POE. This will all make sense, I promise you. My fingers may or may not be crossed as I type any of these promises. As I am sure you are conscious of how the ADHD/Depressed brain is concocted. Welcome to the Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind.
By Amber De’Ann3 years ago in Confessions
Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 2: The Egg Donor Here’s to my mother. The woman who wouldn’t put up with a man cheating on her, however, took joy in making her daughter feel like she could never amount to anything. My mother, how exactly shall I describe her? Half woman, half goat, one hundred percent demon? I was very sheltered growing up. I remember sitting in a restaurant with my mother, a place we went to often. Occasionally one cook would come sit with us and talk. Denise, sure that name works. Denise seemed to know everyone. I remember after this cook departed from our table. Denise quietly whispered to me “never date a Greek man, they are known to cheat” Me not knowing what anything other “Greek and Man” meant was just left perplexed. Also, jokes on her, according to my DNA test I have some Greek in me. Also, a lot of my childhood was spent in Greek restaurants.
By Amber De’Ann3 years ago in Confessions
Protection
Warning, guard dog on duty. Do not mess with him protecting his family. He will not back down. And tear you a new whole if you do not listen to him. He is going to protect Mama at all costs even from Daddy. Let's not forget that he is mama's boy after all. The alpha female of the family, with all of her wit and charm. That is a good story to tell in itself.
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Confessions
Poor Judgement Leads to Turkey Mishap
I’ve always loved the idea of hosting a dinner party and what is Thanksgiving, if not the ultimate dinner party? I practically begged my family to let me host the first year my husband and I were married. We lived in the crappiest apartment in PG County, Maryland, but I was determined to throw the best Thanksgiving ever.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash – A collection of Millennium Mishaps. Ever since he swept into my school cafeteria dressed like a film noire detective back in 1998, I knew I was going to marry Eoin and have his babies. He took a little longer to come around to the idea, but by the end of 1999 we were engaged and facing our first major dilemma – whose family to spend Christmas with.
By Angel Whelan3 years ago in Confessions
The Truth of Consequences
Oh, dear. Oh, dear… This is a true story, and one of those holidays that still crushes me. It was a typical Canadian Thanksgiving, meaning that it was celebrated by immigrants and took place earlier in the year than the one celebrated by our neighbours to the south. With my family, it was West Indian fare mixed in with turkey, pasta, salads, cakes and all the dishes that friends and family could bring over in the growing autumn cold. My mother was in charge of the kitchen, leading the other housewives and cousins and aunts and other female relatives whom I knew since I was a child. My father, as was common with the men in our families, had sports as a distraction on television (football and maybe hockey), or played dominoes on foldable wood and metal chairs and tables. Kids, if we were smart, had commandeered a television that was available in the basement and had our VCR ready to go with a choice of videos brought over or recently borrowed for the day (yes, the 1980s were a very different time). I would sometimes join them, but I was becoming a teenager. Most of the kids there were too young for me to play with, and the one who were older were not there (other friends and other events took over their lives). I was on my own. And I did not mind. I did not want to watch another comedy whose ending I could predict from the opening credits…or tape cover. I did not follow football or hockey (with the latter, I waited only for the playoffs), and with the kitchen, it was a no-go zone until I was called down to deliver grace and then eat. That would mean me, my room, and my guitar.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
They Said Host Thanksgiving, What Could Go Wrong
Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends. It's supposed to be a time of remembering the things you have to be thankful for and the things that are truly important. Yet, not all Thanksgivings are what they're supposed to be, and the introduction of new influences can sometimes knock a decent Thanksgiving from being memorable, right into the record books.
By Jason Ray Morton 3 years ago in Confessions
