Humanity
Am I Really A Non-Self-Confidence Person?
If the source of the problem is really man himself, it is man himself who can fix it. We have to rely on ourselves for a lot of things we do, including our personal needs. For example, even thinking about trying out a new recipe or picking up the heavy pot at the top of the cupboard shows our self-confidence. These are multi-day jobs, even some people jobs that they do all the time.
By Bestenur Karadeniz4 years ago in Confessions
Why I am afraid to be myself when writing?
Sometimes when I start to write, I tend to write in the standard formal format. If I write about a topic that generates interest in order to appeal to most readers. I right to appeal to the masses. And that the way I write comes out to be very standardized. I tend to lose my real voice in my writings.
By Anna cruz4 years ago in Confessions
The Girl on the other Side of the Door
It became a place of familiarity. Sitting there on the ground with my knees to one side as I leaned my entire body weight on one arm. My loose hand drawing shapes or spelling out words in the short green carpet. The carpet desperately needed to be replaced. Years of foot traffic after the no shoes in the house rule wore off. Years of multiple pets including a litter of kittens who were birthed in my bedroom closet. I recall watching them all fight over their mother’s nipples finally nestling on top one another and slowly falling asleep as they filled their bellies with warm milk. I felt a sense of pride watching my cat with her babies. I had raised her from a kitten herself and now I watched as she bathed, fed and literally kept these 4 tiny felines alive.
By Kris 4 years ago in Confessions
Soulwolves
The reason I came up with the idea tending to children of the future, is because they are lost, being manipulated, don't learn about life struggles and are not being allowed to be children. I was inspired by the many women who inspire me to be a better version of who I am in doing so I have found my purpose.
By Perqwaila 4 years ago in Confessions
To The One Who Saved Me
Hometown hero's is a tough subject for me. My village didn't raise me up, fact is a whole other community saved me. And that's why I am joining on this challenge. It don't have to be your hometown who raised you and encouraged you it can be a whole other community. Because I had no one to turn to, or trust. I ended up shutting down. Not know where my life would end up. I felt like an outcast. So not all Hometowns are mentors to children some hometowns can destroy a persons confidence and trust. At a young age I was searching for my hero Deep and wide. I did look up to a few people but then they let me down and destroyed my trust again. I was lost into the deep pit of despair. It's sad really, how not all children get to experience the comfort of their own hometown or even their community.
By Kristina Steffy4 years ago in Confessions
Simple Thanks
This challenge simply states to write an open letter to our hometown heroes, or people who have helped us become who we are today. Many of us probably write down a story for these contests, then change them, rearrange sentences, add or take away certain aspects. However, for this challenge, I am simply going to write out my letter. One copy, one draft, one submission.
By Mariam Michalak4 years ago in Confessions
Please ask me to wait
(A little context to begin. The unitalicized parts were written back in January of 2007 and the italicized parts - like this - are my additions and reflections now. Using the insight and knowledge I have gained since the initial writing to offer notes to my past. Here we go...)
By Forbsie4 years ago in Confessions
Losing myself in societal relationship expectations
Her eyes were nothing except a flickering blur. Again the dim light outside penetrated her own perception and extended to the digits connecting with this tiny little device. She bought the phone three years ago because of its size and usability. Women’s pockets being almost non existent. Perhaps some deal the the handbag market had brokered to the clothing manufacturers. Of course women’s items must be kept external to her person as not to ruin their beautiful shapes. As an object to be stared at, as an object to be adored. Without identity without opinion, without threat to undermining judgment against the misogynistic cowardice and insecurities… Her mind wondered to just how many patriarchal conventions we acquiesce ourselves to? Even the term “the fairer sex” numbs behaviour with expectations and politely asks up to “please put that placard down and return to raising your children” “return to demurely pleasing your husband” Her mind wandered further to the eight years she had lived with a man and raised two children with. She felt like she had finally been accepted into the world into “normal society” a man who loved her! A good looking man at that! Wow!
By Pixie Willo4 years ago in Confessions
A radio
My patient was trying to commit suicide by refusing to treat a bladder infection. I looked down at him, our first meeting. His aura was black, indicating the premeditated murder of a human. Guess they hadn’t caught him for that one. His gang tats were Latin American and his eyes were psi-black, indicating he didn’t like me at all.
By Drea Burbank, MD4 years ago in Confessions
Open Letter to My Heroes
Much gratitude to you. That seems, by all accounts, to be so little to tell someone so generally compelling in my life. I need to say more, but I understand you wouldn't see any issues if I didn't say that. You are an unassuming person with the world's most prominent heart and certain mental strength. You have turned into an inspiration to me, yet actually my legend.
By Mandeep Singh4 years ago in Confessions
Everyone is Struggling
The first attempt that I had at this post was far too negative... Truthfully, I had a really awful time during the year 2021. It was a truly terrible year to put it lightly. I had promised myself that the second attempt at this post would be better.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
