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A Chicken in Every Pot
A Chicken in Every Pot Our new additions! 3 Barred Rock, 2 Lavender Orpington First of all, let me say, I am not a fan of birds. I have had many traumatic run-ins with them throughout my life – from Quaker Parakeets (small parrots) to African Greys to Cockatiels – and many more. They have drawn blood and held me hostage. Being held hostage by a Quaker Parakeet is mighty embarrassing, but …
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Confessions
My Thoughts on a Warm Wednesday Evening. Content Warning.
I was hoping today, after a tired day, you would help me prepare for my mother's birthday surprise. A candle would've sufficed. Instead, you watched TV, loudly, looked disinterested and then reprimanded me for sharing my feelings.
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Confessions
The Exception
Adelaide took a sip of her caramel flavored coffee before she let out a sigh and placed the cup back onto the table. She looked across the chestnut colored table at Lisa who was watching her with curiosity. This was their ritual. Every Monday evening they came to this same corner diner and talked about Adelaide’s life. Most nights the conversation centered around the trials and tribulations of Adelaide’s all-too-often chaotic love life, but tonight was different.
By Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)2 years ago in Confessions
A Caged Bird
Even on my best days, when I try to write, my brain speaks to me in a lexicon I fail to understand. The words of a story remain trapped, and I cannot direct them to the blank white page before me as I sit in this park. I watch a mother hug her little girl. Her arms wrapped around her like wings of protection, soft and warm like feathers. Her daughter's tiny face pressed against her heart. Then I remember you, sad, lonely, hurt, misunderstood. I knew you wanted to, one day, stretch your wings wide beneath the sun's warmth; you yearned to take flight. There were no limits. You would reach for the sky, breaking through the walls of that suffocating cage.
By Ali SP2 years ago in Confessions
Two Parents. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge.
My father was two people stitched tightly together into the same body. Allen was every hallmark of a great father. A parent that took time to notice the small things his children adored. He invested energy into every hobby I picked up. Promptly, he bought me the books and tools to make it flourish. We would problem solve together how to construct my next idea. I would bring him elaborate plans that I had drawn out and done the math on. He would double check it then off to the porch we would go to build it. I was an artist, a crafter, a writer, sculpture, builder, and reader. I was anything and everything my creative mind yearned to be.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Confessions
