Teenage years
I'm going on Vocal to tell you I crashed the station wagon. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Hey Mom, I've got some things to tell you... I would only choose this forum to tell you these things because I’m sure that your technical skills don’t allow you to find Vocal, I am also confident you don’t know what Vocal is, or what I write on Vocal. No doubt you would have something to say about some of my stories on here, including some of the stories that are a little bit risqué shall we say.
By D-Donohoe4 years ago in Confessions
The biblical sinner
Aera! Stop the car I have to pee!!" Zylin shrieked beside me, holding his groan. Rolling my eyes at his natural immature conduct I stopped the car in middle of the narrowing road. "I told you Zylin!" I busted through my clenched teeth in vehemence. "I told you to pee inside the mall's washroom." Checking the time on my wrist watch which read 5:45pm I narrowed my eyes at my brother who pouted with his pink plum lips. His eyes now big and gleamy with fake tears. He always did this at any time of haste. We were already late due to the long distance route I took from the mall. We will be grounded if Gummy Bear is already home. "I thought I could hold it. But my small Christmas tree couldn't handle the lemonade we had during our grocery shopping."
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
White in the Snow
The first glare of sun in my eyes is always an unpleasant surprise. The darkness and silence of sleep is disrupted by the blaring red of light penetrating my eyelids. Turning over does little to prevent me from seeing it and with a groan of frustration I give in to the light, turning to face it. There is almost a challenge as I squint into the sun, how badly do I want to give in and just be awake? A pain crawls up my neck, my shoulder popping as I lift myself from the warmth of the bed. A twist and a pop releases my other arm and I finally push myself up into a sitting position. I’ve lost the battle with the sun, but this time the realization of the early morning is met with a pleasant surprise.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Confessions
The story of untold breakup
A girl named Izzie fell in love with a boy she used to refer to as a brother, but he wasn't her actual brother. They attended the same school. She was getting past over her last breakup that happened in January. The boy named Webster offered her support and courage during her emotionally trying times. They were good friends but never talked to each other much. Webster was Lily's male best friend who was also Izzie's best friend. Webster and Izzie were related through lily although they were all classmates. They had a group of four to five people who always used to be together. Izzie was feeling better and was getting back to normal. Slowly, she was emerging from her breakup zone.
By Freedom of mind4 years ago in Confessions
Memories...in the forefront of my mind
On occasion, thoughts of my former life seem to bubble up to the surface. Only having but 40 years on this planet thus far might do that to someone. To be quite frank none of this ever felt quite right. Still doesn't. There was a short time I felt like I belonged in my own skin and I felt happy to do so. I am hoping that this mild-mannered catharsis will eventually lead to a break-through rather than a breakdown. I really cannot handle another breakdown.
By Lady Bt4 years ago in Confessions
Dear 13 Year-Old Me
Dear 13 Year-Old Me, You're a little less than half my age now, and that's kind of crazy. With that being said, shit is going to get even crazier than it already is…shit for you will honestly always fall under one extreme side of the spectrum or the other. If you haven't caught on by now, you know this is going to be a little unconventional, this won't be the typical letter to a 13 year-old version of myself. I don't have the answers for you, nor do I have any pointers on how to do things differently because there's no need to change the course of things. All I want to leave with this time-capsulated aspect of myself are a few pieces of moral advice.
By Aujha Aye4 years ago in Confessions
My letter to Elvis Presley
My letter to Elvis Presley To whom it may concern Uncle John had passed, and I was chosen to clean up some of the stuff in his room. I was very close to my uncle he had moved in with us after Aunt Tez died. I guess you could say that he was a big part of my growing up.
By Eladio Del Castillo4 years ago in Confessions
Love Is Blind
Turns out that it doesn't matter how much he means to you, he'll never feel the same way about you. You can love him to the ends of the Earth and he still won't follow you. It doesn't matter how many times you say 'I love you', he'll still never believe that you are telling the truth. You can go out on dates, hold hands, and kiss, it won't mean a thing to him. He can live in your head rent-free but he will still think about someone else as you watch him with endearing eyes. You could spend hours on the phone, staying up all night because you don't want to ever be away from him and it still won't matter because he doesn't care! All you could ever want is for him to care as much as you do, but all you can do is hope.
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
The importance of Sex-ed
Sex Education When Taught correctly is necessary for kids to have. Unfortunately, it's also received a lot of flack from parents. My parents saw no reason to inform us about sex, and they thought just telling us not to would keep us from having sex. I can tell you now it certainly didn't work with me.
By April Moore4 years ago in Confessions
