Childhood
My life starting... now. Wait, no. Now. Actually...
I do this thing every year where I buy journals and calendars and planners-- yes, all plural-- with jumbo aspirations to fill them up. I start plotting and designing ways for me to really change my life this time. Never mind how the past few months went and how much I still have left on my previous plates, I prefer to focus on the days ahead.
By M. Lee3 years ago in Confessions
Midnight Confessions(Her Words). Content Warning.
The town of Ravenswood lay nestled beneath the moon's watchful gaze, an intimate setting where stories unfolded in the quiet hours when the rest of the world slept. It was within this mysterious haven that midnight confessions took on a life of their own, each tale woven with threads of guilt, secrets, and the haunting need for redemption.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri3 years ago in Confessions
I fell in love with a Felon
In a world full of judgement this is a story I never wanted to share directly in detail. Over the last two years since I began speaking with him I've posted about my feelings in a round about way, not giving to many details of our story. Through my writing on here it has brought me a lot of healing and a way to process the last two years of my life. I believe as a story teller, it's always good to share the good and the bad, but also the most vulnerable parts of your life. Not only does it help me heal, but I hope that my story could be comforting for someone else that might have went through or is currently going through a similar situation.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
The true past
In the gentle embrace of my armchair, the Slovakian mountains stretched before me, a breathtaking panorama that stirred both tranquility and the echoes of long-buried pain. As I sat, a sudden jolt surged from the depths of my stomach, accompanied by vivid flashbacks that transported me to the village of my childhood.The memories unfolded like a poignant film, and I found myself reliving the days when my mother escorted me to the kindergarten. Dread clung to me like a shadow, tears welling up as I resisted the unfamiliar environment that seemed to lack the warmth of acceptance. My struggle with social dynamics had made me an unwitting outcast, subject to the unkindness of those who effortlessly formed alliances.The playground, once a realm of joy, became a theater of exclusionary games, where the rules were unwritten but brutally enforced. My young heart yearned for connection, but the invisible barriers erected by others denied me the camaraderie I craved. In the echo of their laughter, I heard the haunting memories of a time when I was deprived of the simple pleasures of childhood.Driven by a deep-seated pain, I returned to the old kindergarten, hoping to decipher the mysteries of friendship and human connection. As I observed children at play, I marveled at the simplicity of their bonds. The warmth of companionship, the laughter that echoed through the air – it all seemed so effortless. Yet, the scars of my past lingered, shaping my perception of joy and despair.Walking the familiar paths, I sought solace in understanding. How had the village, once a haven of unity, become a place where I felt like an intruder? The faces of the hardworking citizens, once proud of their community, now reflected disappointment and disapproval. Their joy in communal growth had soured with my divergence from societal expectations.In the midst of my reflections, a newfound realization dawned. The villagers, entrenched in their roles, had cast me as an disruptor in their easy games of conformity. As they reveled in their camaraderie, I stood on the outskirts, a casualty of their collective decision to outcast me. The arbiters of social dynamics had dictated my narrative, labeling me and severing the threads of possibility.The village, seemingly abundant in the tapestry of life, had become a place of scarcity for me. Exclusion became the norm, and the warmth of friendship remained elusive. Their judgments, etched into the very fabric of our interactions, became the lens through which I saw the world.Yet, as I faced the mountains once again, a quiet rebellion stirred within. Life, I realized, was not to be lived according to the scripts handed down by others. The scars of the past were real, but they did not define my future. The proclamation rang clear – no more would I be confined by the roles assigned to me.In the face of perceived scarcity, I embraced the abundance of diverse experiences. The village continued its rhythm, but I no longer danced to the tune of their judgments. Life unfolded, rich with possibilities, as I carved a path beyond the constraints of their easy games. The mountains, silent witnesses to my journey, stood tall, a reminder that in the face of judgment, one could still forge a path towards authenticity and freedom.
By Robert Macak 3 years ago in Confessions
Hannah Waddingham reveals drama teacher's insult that spurred her on to be TV star
In the grand tapestry of Hollywood success, where the glimmering lights of stardom often hide the intricacies of the journey, there exists a poignant thread woven by the indomitable spirit of Hannah Waddingham. An Emmy-winning actress, known for her magnetic presence on-screen, Hannah didn't merely ascend the ladder of fame; she danced on each rung with a grace born from a unique source of inspiration.
By Isaac Akinseye3 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Child-Free Bliss
Day 16/366 Days of writing and publishing pieces in 2024. It’s been snowing for 2 days and I’ve been revisiting old episodes of SATC. I think one of my favorite episodes is the one where Samantha throws herself an “I don’t have a baby” party. I resonate deeply with her in this episode.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy173 years ago in Confessions
The most embarassing moments to happen in life
Introduction: Embarrassing moments are an inevitable part of life, and they often leave us blushing and hoping for the ground to swallow us whole. In this light-hearted exploration, we'll delve into the amusing world of embarrassing moments that we've all experienced at some point.
By Aditya yadav3 years ago in Confessions
