Friendship
“A Chat with Zoey”
It had been a bad day. Maybe it was because I got yelled at by customers earlier that day, or because I ran out of medicine three days before. Or maybe it was because I was low on funds and could only afford to eat hot dogs minus the bun, or because I was extremely lonely (and had been for several years). I like to think it was all of the above, but the customers were the icing on the cake.
By Charles Alan Stubblefield4 years ago in Confessions
Stand Taller
I would have given anything to trade places with her. To take her pain away. I would have sold my soul to the devil twice and ran through fire to have her safe and sound. But there was nothing I could do. Absolutely nothing. I had to be content to sit by and watch as her bones turned to dust from the poison drip in her arm.
By Teagan Daniels 4 years ago in Confessions
A Mother By Choice
Just for the record, I really hate this prompt! When one has no mother and is not a mother, Mothers’ Day is nothing but a bad reminder of all one has lost. Writing about my mother or even thinking about her reopens too many wounds, dredges up too many memories, invites too many tears and too many emotions better left buried. And I can’t put myself through that when the only way I’ve stayed alive and functional for as long as I have is by staying emotionless.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Confessions
Moonlit
Everything was dark. The stars had barely begun to show themselves yet the moon decided to shine brightly through the clouds. You told me if I told the moon of my wishes then they would come true. But, at that moment only one came to mind. For you to be by my side forever.
By Gabrielle 4 years ago in Confessions
My boy, I Am Really So Sorry
My son, I am sorry your Christmas is no longer what you remember it being. I am sorry that as you get older, beliefs fade and things that you once believed in feel disappointing. The important thing is to remember that you can still have fun with it. Just because things you once believed in faded doesn't mean it can't be exciting to get a few gifts, they just become a little more practical as you get older.
By sajid ali4 years ago in Confessions
While you were gone
It’s only been a day but I already know this won’t work; if you asked me, I’d say, ‘I don’t want to do this without you’. What happened to the promises you made? The dreams we had and everything we said we’d do. I remember how you would whisk me in your arms and lift me up, tell me how you’d rather die than live without me, I think back and realize now, I should have said same to you. I’m here wishing I was with you, lying next to you, in the place where we said would only part us: Death laid it’s cold hands on you my love and now, I’m left without my friend, companion, my love. Losing you feels like living a dream, this is not my life; it cannot be, this has to be a dream.
By Esther Ami4 years ago in Confessions
Music of the Soul
Stephani and her little family came to visit one last time before moving to Clovis, NM. We had spent the past year getting to know each other, a reunion that I had not anticipated since she was born. Twenty-eight years later, mother and daughter reunited. She and her family were coming to go through boxes to find everything I had on my pregnancy, correspondence with her adoptive parents, pictures, etc. We found lots of little treasures in one box that seemed to have a mixture of artifacts from my life that had nothing to do with each other. Layer after layer was extracted and examined. Tiny piles grew into larger piles as we determined the nature of each item. At the very bottom of the box there was a Ziploc bag with gold medals from music competitions that I participated in as a teenager living in Indiana.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 years ago in Confessions
Good-bye my Friend
Sometimes I've wondered if I have a tendency to attract certain people into my life. It often feels that I do. I wish these were people who I could still be good friends with because the laughs and good times were real and I know this for certain.
By The Unlocal 4 years ago in Confessions
The Player Next Door
When I first wrote Chapter 1, this story came to life in a way I didn't imagine. Partly because I had no idea if I would last 10 chapters. But, here we are with a finished book *pats self on back* that you may or may not enjoy... only time will tell ;)
By Aiki Nightore4 years ago in Confessions
Artist Horror Stories: The Audience Is the Enemy
Note: This was originally written as a monologue for a live theatre performance with the theme 'artist horror stories.' A friend of mine claims to be my biggest fan. Unlike my mother, she goes to all my shows and sits on the front row. Unlike my sisters, she posts about my gigs and livestreams my performances. Unlike my girlfriend, she tells everyone what an amazing artist I am and how I'm the next Taylor Swift. Heck, she's already made me a Facebook fan page, proclaimed herself as the president of my fan club, and gotten into a spat with a basher or two.
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Confessions
