Friendship
Jealousy and Love
The sun had just set over the bustling city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. Amidst the chaos, two people, Alex and Maya, sat on a bench, their hands intertwined as they gazed out at the world around them. They had been together for three years, and their love had only grown stronger with each passing day.
By Mav Erick2 years ago in Confessions
Can I See You?
Fabrice has always been a distant admirer of Juliet. Her laugh seemed to dance in the air like music, and she had the kind of smile that brightened any space. Frequently, he would get lost in his thoughts, wondering what it would be like to have her by his side and to discuss his aspirations and wishes with her.
By Nono Fabrice 2 years ago in Confessions
"A Brief Meeting that Left a Lasting Impact"
As I sipped my coffee at the small café, I noticed an elderly woman sitting alone at a table by the window. She looked lost in thought, her eyes gazing out into the distance. Something about her expression struck a chord in me, and I felt compelled to approach her.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
*Normal* Girl, what do you say?
From an early age, I always had such a creative imagination. I could get lost in all of the stories in my head and create different narratives. I spent a lot of my time alone and on my family desktop computer. I wasn't necessarily a loser, but I definitely was NOT cool. I had a broken family from a very early age- at a time where it wasn't so common. I had friends, but I never felt like I fit in with the kids at school (still don't). My mom was a hard working single mother raising 2 girls. We had several live in babysitters from different countries whom I spent a lot of time with because I was still so young. Sylvia was one that stuck around for awhile and essentially helped raise me. She was my best friend growing up. We would cook together, play games and most importantly watch American Idol together. She taught me so much and was always there for me when I needed her. We had so much fun together being silly, and playing in nature- 2 things that still give me joy.
By Carly Catalano2 years ago in Confessions
Gone girl to Goth girl. Content Warning.
The year was 2002, less than a year prior, my entire world was flipped upside down at the age of six years old. My parents were separating and I was moving to a new town with which will soon become my hometown- Wantagh, NY. I started the first grade in a new house, a new town and ultimately a new life with my mother and my sister. I will never forget the moment that i put my copy of "Let go" by Avril Lavigne into my walkman. The opening song Losing Grip plays and in that moment at merely seven years old, I felt a true connection to music. Within an hour of listening to this debut album, i was transcended. At a time where every other girl idolized pop stars like Britney Spears, I started to paint my nails black and wear all black clothes and high top converse. The song "Complicated" became the theme to my life. It was my go to karaoke song as a young girl. It's like i knew something beyond my years and it was my first outlet to express myself. Almost 22 years later, it still very much resonates in an all but similar way.
By Carly Catalano2 years ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
First Grandmother takedown
It all started to get good being back in politics. I was back like Jumping Jack Flash. I was Whoopi. And the world was my oyster. I was feeling young and free. I was on top of the world. And I knew exactly how to do things. I knew exactly how to run the office. I knew exactly how to conduct and direct others. I was as happy as a kite. But I felt the pressure. I knew there was danger lurking. Especially in the Senate, that Senator Harold Forge was out for vengance. And he was really mad at my manuvuers and he was hating my advise to my son. But it doesn't matter, he was just a senator and my son was president presiding and leading. And I was his right hand advisor as his wife Cindy was the go between. Everything was looking sharp and good. I became more and more influential. And I regain the friends that I loss in my political career. Something did bother me like who was telling Senator Forge what was going on in the White House. I wonder who would spy on me and my son. It had to be somebody really cruel and mean. And I would advised my son on this but Bernie would just be even more stressed. You know they say being president stresses the hell out of anyone no wonder why most people come out much older and gray. Ah I am not gonna bother my son Bernie. I am just going to take some time away from work and put Cindy in charge. Finally, I am back home with my grandchildren. I could play with them after two years of work. i could finally see what they've been up to. And I wonder what Della Claudy is doing. I have been calling her many times and lately and I received no response. I promised my grandchilden that I would take them to the park after finding out. So I went to the golf club and saw her caddie. I was too ashamed to ask myself so I paid my caddie to ask. And she said Della Claudy moved somewhere. And I was devastated. I put my golf clubs away and gave up membership but before I did I ask if they know about her whereabouts. And they told me that they could find out. In the meantime while searching for Senator Forge's connections. I did a little detective game with my grandchildren since they were a little older. And I told them to put on their thinking caps. And I tested them first with spy games and video games and tv shows. My grandchildren are really smart. So I told them what would they do if they were president and somebody was spying on them. They were stuck at one point but I guided them with suggestions. Then they said that I would look at the video camera in the White House. They said grandma everybody's on video camera. And I put their nanny back in charge and flew to the White House. Cindy was happy to see after a long time being away and she asked about Claudy but I was in a hurry. I asked to see the security cameras on the Oval Office and red phone. And what do you know the cleaning lady was suscipiously going in and out of the office. And even one time Senator Forge was waiting by the door. And I asked for Cindy and Bernie and showed them then finally saying that's how that bastard is following us. At the same time Senator Forge called for my impeachment on live TV saying we don't need a grandma in office. We all have grandmas and we know what they can do. So why don't the President keep his mother at home where she belongs and not in the White House America's House The People's House. And I yelled get me the press I got something to say. But before I got to the press my grandchildren called me and said Mrs. Claudy called me. I asked them her number and said I got to do one thing first. So the press secretary introduced me to the podium I represent the majority voters, seniors, parents. I love this country and serve this country. My son is a hero standing up for this country and loving his mother who inspired him. Senator Forge is a non-patriotic bastard and I will let the Communications Director explained. And I talked to Mrs. Claudy she said her husband died and that she had to move into a smaller apartment and she told me I am doing a great job and said she would love to catch up with me. I told her I am sorry to hear that and that I gave up golfing and then I came up with the idea that we can meet at the White House after I asked my son. Then the Communications Director finally said that Senator Harold Forge is under arrest for espionage on the White House and charges will follow. And Bernie and Cindy hugged me and granted my request to meet Mrs. Claudy at the White House. We had a sleep over and we enjoyed the favorites. It was like we were sisters, little kids again. And we exchange numbers and said goodbye but not farewell.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
