Secrets
Dyslexia to me
Dyslexia to me by David F Anderson Dyslexia affects people differently, and I cannot speak to everybody else's dyslexia; I can tell you what mine is. I can give you an idea of what it is like to have it if you've ever seen the movie 50 First dates. Barrymore and Sandler star in the film. Every day when Drew Barrymore wakes up, she cannot remember yesterday. That truly is what dyslexia is like for me. I watched the same news channel every night, and they say their name at the start of every episode, yet I still can't remember everyone's name.
By David F Anderson5 years ago in Confessions
The Choice...
Imagine, tall, dark hair, fit, broad shoulders, the most gorgeous deep blue eyes you’ve ever seen, an insanely beautiful smile, literally the most gorgeous man. Everything about him is what I envisioned in my partner in life. Except wait for it…ahhh yes, of course he is married...
By Alisha Owens5 years ago in Confessions
An Explosive Round of Golf
AN EXPLOSIVE ROUND OF GOLF, how to play golf with diarrhea By Thomas Pranio It was 1999, and I was playing in what would be my last amateur tournament before I turned pro. It was in the springtime. The Masters had just commenced; the fairways were green, the white and pink dogwoods and the pink, purple, and lavender azaleas were in bloom.
By Tom Pranio5 years ago in Confessions
Pooing in Paradise
It really wasn't my fault. Not really. That's what I tell myself. Mauritius is a beautiful, lush green volcanic island with the purest white sandy beaches you can imagine, and I'd dreamed of visiting ever since I saw pictures of it twenty years before; being there was a once-in-a-lifetime, no-expense-spared extravagance, and this was why, rather than being one of fifty passengers packed sardine-like onto a catamaran for a day trip, I hired out the whole thing.
By BananaMan5 years ago in Confessions
The Red G
"Is this what you're looking for?" I paused; my cheeks were burning. I was too stunned to move. It felt as though there was a panicked caged bird flapping inside of me, desperate to escape. I felt a thump! Maybe it was my heart, for all I knew; he was the last person I would expect to see at that moment. Oh dear! This can't be happening," I screeched to myself. "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I am just returning what belongs to you," he spoke so softly and so gently with a hint of cheekiness. At this moment, I wished I could magically disappear from the earth and vanish into space. His smell and deep husky voice engaged my mind over the weeks that passed. The same smell and voice greeted me every morning in front of the escalator. So magnetic that just the scent of him could make you weak to your knees and make your core shake. I stopped myself and thought, how could one do this to me when others could barely scratch the surface?
By Yuliana Francie5 years ago in Confessions
A Mysterious Disappearance
The mysterious disappearance of a male tourist named Christopher Jones at a remote area of our island has been surrounded by incessant speculation. Mr. Jones, a middle class American tourist in his mid-30s, arrived at our beautiful island with serious plans to start a small business. His wife and family, who have now been notified of his fate, describe him as a loving husband. They beg the community’s assistance to provide local authorities with any information to help solve what they deem a potential kidnap. However, as of yet no one has requested any ransom or any type of payment for his return. Local churches have set up prayer groups for the entire community to come and pray together for Mr. Jones’ prompt and safe return. Local newspapers have covered his dim departure since the first time it was reported.
By Marz5 years ago in Confessions
Addicts Hurt Themselves and Others 3
Story 7 My qualifier is my sister. It's a really long long story but I had both of her kids via cps. She got mad at me and decided her daughter needed to go live with her dad. The kids have different fathers. It broke my heart. I couldn't do anything to stop it. And I'm angry. My nieces dad is always out of town working and she's lonely, being raised by her grandmother essentially, who raised her dad's other 2 kids and let them drop out of school in junior high.
By John Charles Harman5 years ago in Confessions
Regrets? Not This Time
There was alcohol involved and women, no other force found in nature can cause more calamity, ridiculousness or regret in a young man’s life than those two things combined. I was young then, before the age of cell phones, so I am at least spared being memorialised across the internet. I have nothing more to face than the images that pass before my eyes late at night when my mind filled with memory, plays itself in reverse like an old projector.
By John McLeish5 years ago in Confessions
Hello I'm: Probably Anxious
I'm 22 and I just got diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder. You might be thinking- "what's the big deal? everyone has anxiety". That's true. However, I'd like to think that I experience it more than most people and here's a few examples.
By Joy5 years ago in Confessions
