Teenage years
A Trip Down Wattpad Lane
I want to cry. All for good reasons. I recently redownloaded an old writing app and started rereading my stories. One, in particular, was a personal journal where I ranted and vented about all my problems. I talked about life and all the troubles I had transversing it.
By Davlin Knight4 years ago in Confessions
Dusty Trails
As a writer, I often get asked to retell a story because it's a favorite of someone. It's nice knowing that what I wrote could become that one that someone would remember me for in the years to come. Many good stories start with "remember when" or "remember the time." I had good subjects to write about; they were easy prey, I could count on them, they never failed me. My children, like circus clowns, were the victims of some classics; I'm a Blind Date Magnet, The Fight Between the Donkey & the Pig, A Horse in the House, Who Ate My Pizza, and My Ass Is Going Down the Road. I have my favorites too. What would usually be Big Week here in our neck of the woods, I noticed son Monroe had rodeo withdraws with the pandemic shutting everything down. It reminded me of the time of a young cowboy who made the trip of a lifetime on the back of a horse.
By Paula Cushman4 years ago in Confessions
The Girls I [Used] To [Love]
Outside of the need for procreation as a means to keep our species living onward (I've gleaned that is more or less the technical reality of it), our lives have not been acclimated to such. Instead, we are caught up in the romance of things--however that may be relevant, existentially.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Confessions
Frisbee off the roof!
Port Arthur, Thunder Bay, Ontario. Late October, 1987. 2nd Month, First Semester/First Year Forestry Technology. When I studied Forestry Technology, at Lakehead University, in Thunder Bay, I made a few friends. Mosty of our class was friendly with one another, there were only a handful of classmates that were quiet and kept to themselves.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 4 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes We All Need To Be Alone
Most people need some alone time or "personal space" from time to time. We humans are unique creatures by nature. We connect and interact with others in associations that have quite a few important beneficial consequences for our lives, but ultimately we are human beings and as individuals we would like to devote some time exclusively to ourselves. This alone time is exactly what can help us feel refreshed. It allows us to be selfish from time to time and really focus on ourselves, which is an incredibly fantastic factor.
By Eful4 years ago in Confessions
I Regret Seeing This... I Was 8 Years Old I Was Lying Under the Bed and I Saw Everything
Because of this certainty about my parents' love for me, I grew up believing that they would always be there for me, too. How well do you know your parents? I know many of you feel the same way about your parents. When you're not around, have you ever noticed how they act differently? On my ninth birthday, I learned the truth about my father. Before that, my father was my idol. Despite the fact that he was away at work most of the time, he remained the role model I most admired. This meant that my mother was almost always the one who disciplined or punished me during our time together. Despite the fact that my father wasn't always present, I felt more at ease when he was. Even though he was too tired to engage in conversation or play with me, he was still the more entertaining parent in my book. My parents would throw me huge birthday parties for my 9th birthday every year because he would buy me whatever I wanted. In addition to a bounce house, my parents had hired a magician, and they made sure to invite nearly all of my childhood friends. I was there, and I remember it well. I hadn't seen Roger in well over a year when I last saw him. After third grade, he moved to a different school district and we lost touch. Because we'd been hanging out a few times since, we decided it was best to meet at his place rather than mine. When Roger's mother opened the door, she made me feel unwelcome. I got a blank stare from her before she yelled for Roger and stomped away. Although Roger didn't act out of character, I had the distinct impression that she was keeping tabs on me the entire time I was there. I simply could not have done it. Is there any fun to be had at all? As a nine-year-old, I was terrified of her because she was so tall and always wore a scowl. I dropped a plate by accident because I was nervous to be around her. She was ecstatic to have a reason to be angry with me and yelled for the rest of my time there. He could tell I was upset when I told him what happened when he picked me up from Rogers. He laughed and remarked that Roger's mother must have been a savage individual. In the years that followed, she had no interest in dating Roger or me because of her feelings for me.
By Dwayne nembhard4 years ago in Confessions
Single? No Problem!
Loneliness is often seen in an unfavorable light and is associated with severe cases. Men and women can find themselves through the fact that the partnership has ended according to their needs. Or maybe a man or woman may want a lover, yet they struggle to find the right person. Being the only one alone in a social circle can feel uncomfortable, especially in old age. This can sometimes be stigmatized and many people feel they are being judged because of their situation.
By Eful4 years ago in Confessions
When I Was the One
"True love." Some people don't believe in it. What are your thoughts on it? Others may have their own definition of it. I assume you imagine true love as a lovely path where problems rarely arise if any at all. Or even someone that loves you back forever. Mine felt one-sided. I met a certain boy for the first time when he was 12 and I was 13. This one boy changed everything for me. This includes my perspective and my views.
By Tiffany Pham4 years ago in Confessions
Two Peas In a Pod
Dear Anna, We have gone through a lot the past year, even though we struggled, we were able to make it through. Now, I wanted to write this in hopes that you can see how appreciative I am of you. Growing up we did not always get along, we always fought and hated each other. Nonetheless, as time passed, we slowly started getting close, and now we are inseparable. I may not be totally sure how we became this close, however, I do know that it made us gain trust in each other.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Confessions
