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Functioning with Fibroids
Leiomyomas. Myomas. The Latin, medical, or scientific term for uterine fibroids. Little did I know, these words would be much more.
Stephy EllsworthPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsOn the beauty of four-letter words
Four-letter words, the prompt said. Well that’s a struggle. No, not like that. I have lots of swear words swirling around my brain. I am a military-grade swearing machine. I mean, not to boast or anything, but I’m practically a walking verbal weapon. And because I swear in two different languages, my bombs land hard and shrapnel wide.
Brigitte PellerinPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsA Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
Kelsey O'MalleyPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsDate Like A Jedi — Six (Secret) Weapons To A Dating Life You Love
Then there are others who appear put together, but are a train wreck when it comes to dating. They’re hot and cold. They take the path of least resistance. They pull back after moments of intimacy. They seem confused about their interest and hell-bent on romantic self-sabotage. How could someone so seemingly interesting be headlining for dating amateur hour? Let’s call this individual Person B.
Aman RajPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Christmas Season's Twelve Days
Christmas is expanding. It is swiftly turning into a world excursion broadening itself beyond the "christian" belief. It is becoming a holiday that celebrates the virtues of peace, and charity and properly will. It is a world holiday celebrating HOPE.
mukesh jaiswarPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsSTRINGS ATTACHED
We have all been through a toxic relationship or in a very bad relationship. Same difference right? Well anyways being in a toxic relationship isn’t good at all for you. You need to get out of it now! But then you ask yourself,
Liliana MorenoPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Gift Card
The last 24hours I have been feeling punk, thinking about the Secret Santa gift exchange at my work. I got an email from my job 2 days before the "festivites" at work where we are gathering to party and all get our secret santa gifts. The email was a $25.00 Starbucks gift card. It read "Thanks for being a part of the staff. Signed ----the name of my place of work. Now Im not one to be ungrateful, and usually a $25.00 gift card would and did make me feel happy. For a minute. I immediately emailed my boss to say thank you. And then it dawned on me. Is that my gift? My Secret Santa Gift. An email with a gift card that I have to redeem at a store? So while everyone else at the work party will be opening thier actual gifts, I will be showing them my phone with my gift card. Ugh. For some reason this really hit me hard. It was one more impersonal way of not being seen.
Susan KulkowitzPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsGray Area
Yo. Twisted area. Go and shake that thing. Let us get down in the dawn of a new time and era. No matter what anybody says or thinks. Can you handle that? I think that you can. In the middle of a time frame or parallel universe. Shakespeare knew what he was talking about when he cut off mona lisas' ear. It is all gray. There is no black or white.
Alex JennettPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsA-Living
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-Frame Cabin. I started to chuck on the inside. My boyfriend Nick asked me what was so funny. Do you not like the place Cassie? Of course I do babe, It’s perfect! We on some A-living shit right? I chuckled again and smiled as a symbol of agreement. He slowed down then parked on the side closer to the far right of the cabin. Don’t want to block our view with this shabby car, he said as he looked at me nervous. I smiled at him and reached for his face while gazing in his eyes to give him reassurance, this is perfect babe. I could tell my comment was validating and a calmness came over him. He grabbed my hand and kissed it, Thank you babe. Okay so let’s go, he said as he opened the door with excitement.
sadeqwa davisPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsPassing for White: Skin Bleaching Led to Cosmetic Poisoning
Laurence Olivier and a black fog descend on London. Traffic teams, neon signs glimmer, silhouettes deepen and all turn a darker shade of grey in the depths of night. Olivier is forced to hole up in a hotel due to the weather.
Marie WilsonPublished about a year ago in Confessions24 Hours
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. There were no cars in the driveway. Where were Jess, Johnny, Paul, Debbie, and Frankie?
Misty RaePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Joy of Independence
My name is Nevaeh Keitt, an independent nineteen-year-old. I pretty much prepared myself for every prom and homecoming dance and I'm not used to the usual big family traditions anymore since my 10th-grade year of high school. I moved to Japan with my dad who was offered a department of defense job, who was also pretty much a hands-off dad except for when it came to my education, anything else I did on my own. I decided to give my life to Christ at the age of 10, taught myself how to do my hair, and how to become a confident young woman. I believe my sense of maturity and independence was born from a lack of relationship with my mom as a little girl. Ever since I could remember my parents were already separated and as I grew into a teenager I was mostly raised by my dad along with my sister while my mom moved to Atlanta. With my mom not there to style my hair, plan my birthday parties, or guide me from a woman’s perspective, as other moms did, I sometimes felt alone and different from other kids at my school. In middle school I found myself becoming my mom at times when I would be responsible for cooking meals, cleaning the house, and unfortunately overcoming obstacles through middle and high school. I say that it was unfortunate because my dad was not easy to talk to, he was not empathetic enough for me to open up to, which led me to try and deal with problems on my own. However, as I began to grow spiritually I surrounded myself with people who were strong in their faith and relationship with God such as my grandmothers. I truly believe that the exposure to my grandmothers prepared me for the unexpected journey I would take during the Summer of 2016 because I would constantly spend time with them and receive spiritual guidance before I knew that I was moving to Japan. While in Japan it was only my dad and me, my sister graduated from high school and I felt even lonelier. It was now time to become Mom 2.0 and I had no idea how I would survive in a different country with little to no family, no mother figure, and a new school to adjust to. Sadness would come over me so many times as I didn’t have any friends and felt responsible to fix my life. Although it was hard for me to realize, it was evident that God was working the hardest during that time in my life. During my junior year, I began to realize that even during this trial it was extremely important to not only place my hope in God but to take advantage of living in a different culture. I got involved with sports which allowed me to travel not only within Japan but to Korea, I did student council, national honor society, and became the Squadron Commander of the JROTC unit at my school. I built strong relationships with friends and teachers and found a tight-knit community. By the time I graduated from high school and started college my mom and I became closer, and I now take relish in knowing that God can fill any missing gaps from my life and strengthen me through those situations. Now, as a rising sophomore in college, I depend on God to control the path in my life however I believe that faith is nothing without work which is why I’ve decided to improve areas in my life that I can control and one of those areas happen to be public speaking which brought me to Toastmasters. I am so grateful for the way my life was mapped out because I wouldn't have the strength and courage to take these steps in living my best life. Although my mom was not active in my life most of the time and my dad was hands-off, don't feel sorry for me because I take joy in telling the story of my life and I take joy in being independent, and I take joy in the decisions that I’ve made, I take joy.
NevaehPublished about a year ago in Confessions