Secrets
Guilt Condemned Me to Sleeplessness
Here is the mind, suffering from insomnia, not dead, and yet not alive. I suffered from sleeplessness and profound distress. My life hung limply over my shoulders, my eyes were red with reading and exhaustion, my face was wet with tears of desperation.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to Happiness
Dear Happiness, I hope wherever you are you are making people bloom. Cause that's what you did, you were an expert at making people feel giddy. Often at times, when misery surrounds me i think about you desperately. I look for you in past happy encounters with you written in my journal. Don't you worry, i have jotted down all our memories, I haven't forgotten a thing, and how can i? You were so nice to me. We were getting along so good. I would often see you around while riding my bicycle, or humming with birds, or while talking with plants while watering them. Don't you remember our little ice-cream dates? Or the time when i texted to my long lost school friend because you insisted? What i admired most was long walks taken with you. You would push me to smile like a joker while walking. Would force me to admire trees around , notice tiny flowers growing in bushes, few youngsters riding their bikes and showing off, you would often mock at them. All i didn't know what massive and important lessons you were tryna teach me.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
Moments Series
I know it was wrong to run away from Landon that way, but I am so mortified. Not to mention, I have no idea how to tell him that I freaked out because I thought I saw my ex. I don’t know if I’m ready to open that can of worms. After getting a glass of water from the kitchen, more to have something to occupy my hands, I grab my purse that I dropped in the entryway in my haste to get away from Landon. That is when I notice his car is still parked at the curb. Taking a deep breath, I move closer to the front door and I can hear him talking to Gram, I never even noticed her sitting on the porch in my rush to get into the house.
By Jennifer Kent5 years ago in Confessions
"Why it's Important to Answer Truthfuly, If you Must Answer At all"
S “ WHY IT’S IMPORTANT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, IF YOU MUST ANSWER AT ALL” I actually don’t know if the idea was to accuse for a set number of years unbroken. At times, it looks like that to me. Some other times, I wonder if they are conducting research and I happened to be key player on that project. Maybe, they were trying to find out whether if they stretched A to the maximum non-stop, it would eventually becomes C not even ‘B’. A logically, easily can become B if pulled towards B, but it needs to cover grounds to get to ‘C’.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
Back in Seattle
For four years, I carried a tired Moleskine notebook with me. Daily, I would flip through its pages, jotting notes for story ideas, and planning content for my website. As a writer, this notebook is my whole world. In reality, it might be my most prized possession.
By Nathan Box5 years ago in Confessions
An Ode to the Fall.
Dear Maya, I often ponder in the night and wonder cluelessly about your fable presence, and you would slowly gaze at my heart under the light of an evanescent moon. Such poise and a belle seldom makes the heart of a grown man ache in delight and render the mouths speechless. Even the quotes of ancient poets and philosophers fall short in words when they try to ink down what is merely an illusional boulevard. I wish I could color your Februaris with the petals of sunflower and soothe you with the trickles of a brook babbling away from the colds of December. You are an idea of a romance that every day my heart begets and with you, in my mind, I feel no animosity towards the time. The days will pass and the ink of this letter will fade but my heart will beat and the luster shall con all the glitters of the universe and the time thereon. Alas, the time of a romantic fool does sway, and all I want to ask if there is a meaning to our endless exuberant grey.
By Alongbar Narzary5 years ago in Confessions
Lysistrata Waiting
I knew that I was interested in a more complex form of sex since puberty. I craved endurance tests and ways of pushing my body into transcendental places. If naughty was a spectrum I have always been in the most colorful pools of it and without shame. I knew what I wanted and played pretty hard to get there.
By Monera Mason5 years ago in Confessions
Crazy Chronicles of An Ex Stripper
Yep, I was a stripper... It all started off as a spiteful argument. I was arguing with my Ex boyfriend and in that argument I said “I’ll just be a stripper then!” He was a lot older than me anyways and constantly doing things that didn’t respect our relationship. It didn’t help that I’m the type of person that follows through with what I say I am going to do.
By Dej Rene5 years ago in Confessions
Edward Scissorhands Moment.
I have never truly considered myself to be very conventional in the ways of hobbies, or anything at all for that matter. I remember as a kid I would eat waterbugs because peppa pig told me it would taste like chicken. That’s how unconventional I can be.
By Ari Asha Love5 years ago in Confessions
Daddy Issues
The worst part of my life was when I decided I needed a dominant. I didn’t know the difference between a sexual dominant and one that helps with daily functions so I picked at the idea that I could be sexually dominated and possibly be loved in the right ways but it didn’t work out that way. I guess I was desperate and turned to complete strangers for my own self satisfaction of maybe feeling needed or even wanted. It was a dark era that lasted about a year and a half. With slip ups after that which had torn my possible chance of a lover into two and my actions were atrocious enough to close those doors and reminded me of why I have been on my own and had preferred it that way. Due to my adoption I was raised in an all woman home and my two brothers were in different homes so I didn’t grow up with either of them and I didn’t have a father figure or an actual father to nurture or protect me from life and love troubles.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Confessions
