Stream of Consciousness
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
"I Don't Like Cooking"
My Confession: I Hate Cooking I've always been the odd one out in my family. While my siblings and cousins would gather around the kitchen island, eager to help with meal prep, I'd be the one slipping away to my room, eager to escape the chaos.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
the dream. Content Warning.
Introduction: Throughout the course of my life, a peculiar dream has continuously haunted my subconscious mind, weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue that defies conventional explanation. This dream, which first manifested when I was merely eight or nine years old, has persisted into my present existence, its enigmatic nature evolving with each recurrence. The dream unfolds within the confines of a vast, shadowy house, where I ascend a seemingly endless staircase to encounter a surreal gathering of individuals in a dimly lit room. As I navigate this dream landscape, encountering different faces and unfolding events, a sense of foreboding and inexplicable connection emerges, prompting introspection and contemplation.
By Nnorom Christabell C.2 years ago in Confessions
What I Wish I Knew at 20 Instead of 30. AI-Generated.
Life is a journey filled with lessons, and sometimes, the most valuable lessons come a bit too late. As I reflect on my experiences, there are a few things I wish I had known at 20 instead of learning them in my 30s. Here are some insights that could have made my twenties even more fulfilling and productive.
By JRod2 years ago in Confessions
The President's Right Hand
It was many years ago since the funeral of Pete who was my right hand man. The funeral was heartbreaking and devastating because my men knew Pete. They knew what he stood for and they knew what he was about. We all agreed that Pete saved all of us that night. And Pete made us cry all over again at his funeral. Pete was cremated but he was given the honor of a dignified soldier. The men told their memories of him and they were glad to have known him. And the President was there and said a few words because the mission was that important. And the President awarded all of us Purple Heart. And they gave the Purple Heart and the flag to Pete's sister who made a speech about how Pete loving serving in the military and how he felt it was his calling and duty. And how Pete came from a military family and how Pete was loyal and a Patriot. Months later after the funeral, Camelle had a boy whom I named Pete. And we were excited about our new life. And we were filled with ambitions and hope. And I vowed to never fight again, to never enter the forces. I told my wife Camelle that I will never take the uniform on again. And Camelle got pregnant again this time to a girl that she named Husha. And I was enjoying my job as a military counselor because I told Pete that I would give back and help the troops. I was good at counseling and I was able to walk many people through their issues and recoveries. I was good at helping people. And I did not want to do anything else. My life was great and I was stable. I was conformed. I was different. And then the call, my commander commended me and told me that I am one of the best. He told me that I am one of the most loyal. He told me that I was fit and honorable. And I interrupted my commander saying I can't go back. I can't be a soldier anymore. I can't do it anymore. I promise my wife and children that I will be loyal to family first and only. And the commander said you thought I was sending you out again no. Harack my man buddy you are being appointed as an advisor to the President. And I almost drop the phone and I told the commander to let me talk to my family about it. And I was nervous about telling my family. How could I tell my wife? How could I tell my children? So I took my wife and children out to dinner and discussed it over dinner. And Camelle knew I was up to something but she went along with the kids. I finally said what I was thinking about the new prestigious job. And Camelle said Honey you could be president. You could run this country. I believe in you. And maybe you should take the job. We can buy a new house instead of the apartment and prepare for college for the kids. And I got up and kiss my wife and kiss my children while hugging them. And so in the morning I called the commander and took the job. It was nothing like what I thought. All this communication and the Director who work with the President was my boss. She was kind and stern. She gave me my first test. And I had to come up with strategies after strategies and not like the military. But I did then I felt burnout and I called my wife Camelle and she reminded me of Pete. She said Do what Pete did. I got a picture of him and of us. Just look to that and think of what he did for you for all those years you were in the military. And after that conversation, I came up with a ton of ideas. And the Director looked it over being busy with the President and she called me back in a hour and said Harack congratulations you are the President's Right Hand.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Confessions
"My Granny's Suggestions"
As I sat in my granny's cozy living room, surrounded by the warm scent of freshly baked cookies and the comforting hum of her old rocking chair, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had been struggling with anxiety and uncertainty, feeling lost and unsure of which path to take in life.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
