Childhood
Growing Up with My Twin
Being a maze-like journey of life, we often find ourselves faced with tests of spirit, relationships and one’s perception of the world around us. One such time came at a friend’s birthday party in which I witnessed the bond between my sister whom I would refer to as “4 minutes early” in this piece, because she always teased me about her being older than me, even though we’re twins, now it’s not my fault the doctor accidentally hit ‘fast forward’ on her birth certificate!
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Confessions
I Rode My Brother Like A Buffalo But I Don't Care
I remember it like it was yesterday. Ten-year-old me in the shopping centre with my mother and my brother. He was older and fatter than I was which made my idea, at this time, even better. Mother was perusing a local merchants shop and had left us unattended. I was leaning over the balcony of the top level of the shopping centre not far from her, looking down upon the people on the ground floor constantly dilly dallying about like ants whose line had been disrupted by a falling leaf. Once I had become bored of the state of capitalism I turned away from the balcony, and I saw him. There he was: my older, fatter brother; standing in the dead centre of a walkway. Looking around like a wild buffalo on the American frontier who had lost his heard but not so much bothered by it at all. Truly a site to behold. This is what the first settlers in America must have felt like upon seeing this symbolic living entity for the first time.
By Karlitos Thomas2 years ago in Confessions
Young
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green mountains, there lived a young girl named Lily. She lived in a cozy cottage with her parents and younger brother, Jack. Lily loved nothing more than exploring the world around her, and she spent most of her days wandering through the forest, climbing trees, and playing in the streams.
By Marian Cavazos 3 years ago in Confessions
Diary of a Woman
I can't quite pinpoint a time in my life when I felt completely at ease with myself, cozy in my own skin, if you will. From the get-go, it seemed like society, with a heavy hand, served up this image of perfection—think model-thin, sky-high, sun-kissed blonde, with a sprinkle of extrovert on top—as the gold standard of attractiveness. But here's the kicker: even if you fit snugly into this glossy mold, the world still treats you differently, and why? Simply because you're a woman.
By Max3 years ago in Confessions
Blame it on the circumstances
There are many reasons which can explain and possibly justify our current demise, in this article I’ll go through them and feel free to make use of them as an excuse the next time someone asks you why you failed. These are all legitimate reasons to justify failure, despite our best wishes and intentions we often fail as a result of these circumstances. Life is a complex journey filled with twists and turns, ups and downs which eventually lead us to either success or failure. While it’s tempting to attribute all setbacks to fate, a closer examination reveals a multitude of factors which contribute to our struggles.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Patience is a Virtue
Stuck in a time loop. Not sure where to go, what to do or how to be. To be me is to be free from all of this. To have a life I want and strive for. Lost dedication and failed motivation. Some don’t give up but what if your will is draining. Constant state of tire and yet you struggle to find some hope. You spend to get some motivation. You pay to get inspiration but do you end up getting it? The things you pay for becomes a temporary fix. Like a pay to play scenario. We pay to play the game of life.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
I Do Not "Gentle Parent" My Children, I Teach Them
In the last few years, there has been a lot of focus on child psychology and 'gentle parenting' techniques that are supposedly 'better' methods to use to raise our children. And yeah, they are better... they are much better alternatives to the "beat the crap out of your kids until they are obedient" method that the older generations are used to.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Confessions
My Waistband and Me. Top Story - April 2024.
Ever since I was little, I have never really liked my body. Well, when I was with other kids, I started to dislike myself. My body hadn’t bothered me until the other kids pointed out ‘flaws’. Stuff that they perceived as wrong.
By Raphael Fontenelle3 years ago in Confessions
5 Best Ways to Ask for Phone Number from a Lady . Content Warning.
Asking for a telephone number in person can be terrifying in an era of technology where connections are often made through screens and swipes. The search for the perfect words and approach can be quite agonizing, particularly to men seeking to respectfully establish relationships with women they adore. However, this can be a smooth affair if you have guts, sincerity as well as some of all these – style; because both parties feel that it is done without much encroachment into their personal space. Below are five strategies that may help one master this fine art.
By alex kimuyu3 years ago in Confessions
The last letter
In a small town nestled among rolling hills, where the sunsets painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known for her kindness, her laughter, and her love for the written word. Every day, Emily would sit beneath the old oak tree in the town square, penning letters to friends, family, and sometimes even strangers, spreading warmth with her heartfelt words.
By Curtis Otiende3 years ago in Confessions
Confronting My Doppelganger . Content Warning.
As I sit down to write this, I feel a shiver run down my spine, for I am about to confess something that has haunted me for years. It's a story of shadows that seem to mirror my every move and of a presence that I cannot shake off – my doppelganger. The first time I encountered my doppelganger, I was just a child. It was a brief moment, a reflection in the mirror that left me unsettled. I blinked and the reflection blinked back at me mirroring my movements perfectly. But there was something off, something unsettling behind those familiar eyes. I initially dismissed it as a product of my mind playing tricks on me but over time as the years passed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. It was as if there was another version of myself, hiding in the shadows, waiting to take my place. As i grew older the encounters of my doppelganger became more frequent. I would spot it in crowded places ;a face in the crowd that looked just like mine but with a haunting emptiness in its eyes. I would see it reflected in windows and mirrors, always just out of reach, always watching. At first, I tried to rationalize it. Perhaps it was a coincidence, a case of mistaken identity. But the more I saw it, the more I became convinced that there was unsettling was happening . I started to avoid mirrors, terrified of what I might see staring back at me but no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, my doppelganger was always there, lurking in the corners of my mind. It became an obsession, a shadow that followed me wherever I went. I started to question my own sanity, wondering if I was imagining things or if there truly was another version of myself out there, waiting to take control. As the years passed, the encounters only grew more intense. I would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, convinced that I had seen my doppelganger standing at the foot of my bed. I would hear whispers in the darkness, voices that sounded like my own, mocking me, taunting me. I tried to confide in others, to seek comfort in the arms of friends and loved ones, but no one seemed to understand. They would nod sympathetically, patting me on the back, but I could see the doubt in their eyes. They thought I was losing my mind, that the stress of everyday life was finally taking its toll. I knew the truth. I knew that my doppelgänger was real, that it was out there somewhere, biding its time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I could feel its presence growing stronger with each passing day, like a storm on the horizon, ready to unleash its fury upon the world. One fateful night it happened. I was alone in my apartment, the shadows dancing across the walls, when I saw it standing in the doorway, its eyes burning with a cold, malevolent light. I froze, unable to move, unable to look away. It took a step towards me, its movements mirroring my own and for a moment, I felt as though I was staring into the abyss. And then, with a sudden burst of clarity, I understood. My doppelganger was not some malicious force seeking to destroy me. It was a part of me that I had been denying for so long. it represented a suppressed aspect of myself that I had refused to acknowledge. It symbolized my deepest fears and doubts .With that realization came a sense of peace, a newfound understanding of myself and the world around me. I no longer feared my doppelganger, for I knew that it was a reflection of my own inner struggles and over time I came to welcome and embrace its existence. Instead of dreading it, I came to see it as a companion who would support me through life's ups and downs. We faced the unknown together, and I found comfort in knowing that I would never be alone again.
By Annie3 years ago in Confessions
