Friendship
My International Friends
"Friends", such a nice and beautiful word it is. No blood relation, no profit involvement, not from one place still one gives his life to save another's. A friend is one of the few people who will stand beside you from your first date to your baby's delivery.
By Ansuman 4 years ago in Confessions
When Hope Never Dies
Minutes turned into hours, eventually turning into days and months. Their conversations became silent, she hasn't seen his face in so long. This man she loved so deeply, is slowly becoming a stranger. Her heart is still gaping, aching for him just like the day he said goodbye. The pain has not subsided, despite her prayers for relief.
By Malani Arnold4 years ago in Confessions
Me Again
When you have a child, your world changes for both good and bad. Good because you never realized you could love someone so much, and you have a wonderful little miracle to hold in your arms. Bad because without even realizing it, you’ve given up your life as you knew it – it’s no longer yours. You’re now a mom.
By Amanda4 years ago in Confessions
A Hidden Enemy can sometimes do you more Favours than a Friend
A Hidden Enemy In astrology is a 12th house matter, this section of the horoscope is also known as the House of Sorrow, Isolation and Self-Undoing. It represents a blind spot in our lives - an energy that, no matter how hard we try, seems to constantly slip through our fingers. Because we struggle to consciously connect with and materialize the energy, any attempt to manifest it often gets us into trouble.
By Pamella Richards4 years ago in Confessions
I’m Falling For My Best Friend & I Don’t Know What To Do About It
Let me preface this by saying, first and foremost, that I won’t be saying his name. Only that he’s my best friend and one of the greatest people I have ever known. He’s an amateur filmmaker with a love for funkos, the MCU, and Star Wars and he’s one of the sweetest, biggest dorks I’ve ever met.
By Roxan Alfonso4 years ago in Confessions
It Comes and Goes
Starting this post off on the right foot, I thought I'd use my current bad day song. Deep Waters by American Authors has been on repeat for me this past week. More than on repeat. I really enjoy the heavy yet uplighting rock ballad very much so, and it was the inspiration behind this piece of writing.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
Whiskey Sour
Growing up in the country only had a few people and a few amenities. Me, I was lucky enough to have four-wheelers, go-carts, pets, a pool and, an older brother that had some very handsome friends. The only friend that I could seem to have lived right behind my mother's house. Her name is Gail.
By Teela Darden4 years ago in Confessions
A.A Reunion
The story starts in a small reception hall filled with different individuals of all cultures and gender; essential to mention because many have formed groups within the crowd and respond differently to the information provided due to the culture’s overall belief system. Many of the women keep away from the men because most in the crowd are victims of rape. However, two people are about to change the overall dynamics. In the front of the room is a former AA member Sarah who has been sober for two years and had her first glass of wine three days ago at a reunion. In her terms, the young lady’s family castrated her, saying she would never change; heartbroken, she was getting ready to relapse but instead remained outside the liquor store and eventually returned home. She shares with the group and adds she felt saddened that she could not share this enormous breakthrough with her family and friends because of the glass of wine. The crowd cheered for her, and some even came to provide her with a hug. Sarah begins to cry and says thank you. The coordinator of the program smiles and says, “I believe you have something to share for us?” Sarah wipes her tears and says, “yes, I wrote a poem called the past is only part of me. I used the poetry to help me overcome my emotions and felt this would be something the group could benefit from hearing and possibly applying themselves in their recoveries.” The crowd starts to cheer, and someone in the crowd says, “get it, girl.” Sarah takes the mic and begins to pace in the front of the room and says, after taking a deep breath:
By Jessica A. Fox4 years ago in Confessions
My Visit From Beyond
When I was growing up, my brothers had a friend named Wilbur Spangler. He only lived a mile away from us and was often at our house, almost every day. I remember asking my mother why he always left when it was getting dark because I thought he was my brother. (I was very young.)
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Confessions
