Humanity
A little bit about bugs.
I can only swallow so many fruit flies at one sitting. If you leave your soda pop open in summer your just setting your self up. So many drinks I've chucked from them being inundated with bugs that decided to have a sip and ended up drowning.
By Susan Kulkowitz5 years ago in Confessions
The Fear of Losing Someone After You Lost Someone
I have a confession, my biggest fear is the loss of a loved one since I have already experienced losing a loved one. I went a long time not knowing how that felt, if we had a loss in the family, I never endured the pain of it because I was either too young or I didn't know anyone close to me that had passed away. This article ties into the one I wrote about losing my grandma and uncle, "The Inevitable Countdown". I experienced the utter pain of true heartache and despair when I lost my grandma, not that I didn't love my uncle, but I was closer to my grandma than I was my uncle. But after those unexpected losses, I have feared the thought of not knowing who would be next or when. I have much regret that I didn't spend enough time, in my opinion, with her in the last few years, I would see her at family functions, but that was it. She passed away in the middle of the COVID pandemic and was unable to visit her in the hospital; the last time I had seen her, was when she was rushed to a clinic in Southgate CA because she was experiencing stomach pain. The doctors didn't seem knowledgeable or maybe I was in denial, but they had later detected that she had stomach cancer and didn't have much time. Now thinking about it, I do believe I was in denial of the whole thing, not wanting to imagine losing the person I love the most, but it was also something I couldn't control, and that is scary. I do miss her a lot, think about her all the time, and wish I could've done something to help her.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
"What I learned from my mother, mother hen and prayers about Survival"
W “What are learned from my Mother, Mother Hen and Prayers about Survival” Years ago, when I was in secondary School, I was standing on the veranda of our flat looking outside. There was this mother hen with about 8 chicken picking food here and there making those throaty sounds mother hen with new born all make. Adjacent to our building was this empty land with a plan tree standing in it. A hawk was on it monitoring the mother hen and her kids. I never paid attention to the hen and her kids even though I noticed them but I never noticed the hawk.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
Leah's Turning Point
I looked out my window, the sun was glistening off the snow; as I was waiting patiently for mom to assist me out of bed. I have Cerebral Palsy, I feel bad sometimes because I can’t do basic things such as dress, bathe or groom myself and someone, mom has to do it all for me,
By Charalynn Neill5 years ago in Confessions
Classy Lady
Classiness seems like a very rare character to come by, nowadays. Why is that? Maybe how we have raised our daughters to present themselves plays a great part concerning the road a young lady will travel. I get it, we all fall short, absolutely, but is that an excuse to continue to fall short? Or should we find ways to improve daily? Help me out ladies where did we place our class, and our morals? Where did it go and how can we get it back?
By J.Clark5 years ago in Confessions
The Moon
Everything is grey at night. Sometimes, if you're lucky, a gleam of blue will paint the world with its colour, making the scene less morbid. I always found this particular pigmentation depressing. I seem to associate it with loneliness. Such a cold and harsh feeling. Despite that, I never fail to find beauty in said loneliness. It resides in small blips of light. In my years of wondering, I have discovered man refers to them as stars. Stars: such a peculiar concept. Burning hot, quadrillions of miles away, most of them being already dead by the time humanity becomes aware of their existence, others struggling to uphold a righteous position in the cosmos, only to be perished a few million years later. Yet man romanticizes them. He places wishes upon them. It's as if he is charmed by their tragedy. Most extraordinary. And that is exactly, where I think their beauty stems from. Belief. One could easily equate belief with magic. Both are as easily described as they are understood. There is such beauty in belief. In magic. Who would have thought, that such little blips in the night sky could bring so much happiness to a lonely soul like mine...imagine my surprise when I saw it. It looked like a star, only it wasn't a blip. It was majestic, big, astounding. So beautiful. Magic was radiating from it, you could feel it oozing with strange energy...some people call it I think...love? It must have been love. It didn't lift my heart immediately however. After our first meeting, it took a long time for the moon (yes, that's what they call it) to make my cold, broken heart beat again. I wasn't alone anymore. Such wonderous feeling the sense of belongingness...so rare. I loved the moon, and the moon loved me. We were so happy. But I grew scared. What if the moon leaves? What if the moon discovers that I am not good enough? What will happen then to my nights...will they return to the lifeless grey? Or to that awful blue? I was being unfair...the moon loved me with all of its being. I felt as if all of its mysterious energy was only focused on me, and me alone. I was draining it, and I didn't realize. I was enjoying the love too much to notice. I became greedy. I demanded its rays to shine only on me, not only now and in the future, but in the past as well. The moon cried over that many a night...until one evening like all the others, the moon didn't show. I looked everywhere for it, I asked every living being in the universe, yet no one was to tell me where it went. They had observed the injustice. The moon had left me. It wanted to be happy...it would be happier without me. It was as if the blips of happiness called stars even spelled it out for me in the night sky...It will be happier without you...the pain was unfathomable. I started running on mortal land. I hoped the wind across my face would crush my skull, but it was nothing but a mere breeze. I hoped my legs would bleed and rip on the rocks and the grass, yet it felt like a gentle touch. Nothing could distract me from the pain in my soul. I must have been running for years, when suddenly I felt the ground underneath my legs vanish; I hadn't realized in my grief that I had gone over a well, and I was now sinking into its depths. Almost wishing the blow of my body hitting the bottom of the well would bring me the sweet release I was dreaming of, I raised my eyes into the sky, and suddenly I felt my heart stop. The moon was showering everything with its rays again. It was standing tall in the middle of the sky, and all the stars were eager to talk to it. They were laughing...it was laughing. So it is true, I thought to myself. The moon is happier without me. That brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. There was nothing more beautiful than to see it happy. Such beauty. I knew that one day perhaps another being would touch the moon, and maybe they won't drain it. Maybe they would supply it with the energy it needs to become truly magnificent. I heard my body hitting the bottom of the well, and I knew I wouldn't be around to see that day. It didn't matter. Cause for the last time, I was looking at my moon, and I was happy.
By Mary Spanou5 years ago in Confessions
"What I miscalculated during the early months of covid-19"
W“What I misscalculated during the early covid-19 month” The world health organization (WHO) declared Corona virus pandemic on march 11th, and I was released from the prison on March 15th. Actually, I was released on 14th and got home on 15th.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
Could It Have Been Because of Me...?
Hello. I know that I've been in something of a humorous, lite-hearted mood lately ("The Bachelor"/"The One;" false accounts of "Dream" sequences where my old crushes [under different names] all vied for MY attention for a change??? "Hanna, the Barberian;" really???) Not today. Today is a serious reflection on a serious subject.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Wine gave me Courage
It was a typical Friday, at least for me. I had made it through another week at work, and everyone was excited about the weekend. All week long everyone was anxious for the week to pass by so they could go out on Friday night. Not me, for me it was just another weekend with me sitting at home.
By Flossie Gierke5 years ago in Confessions
Fodder For Fantasy
This title came to me as I was in the grocery store, following my NetworkSpinal Analysis appointment. I liked the way it sounded, and registered it as a potential story topic (I think). However, I looked up the definition for "fodder", and it basically comes down to this: material that is disposable as a means to an end for a larger system (beast, if you will).
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Confessions
