Childhood
THE UNFORGETTABLE BOND OF CHILDHOOD FRIENDSHIP
Once upon a time, in a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a serene river, lived a boy named James. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he fell deeply in love with a girl named Emily. They were neighbors, and their houses were separated only by a white picket fence, a metaphorical divide as insurmountable as it was physical.
Victor Madu UdoegbunamPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsMy “Get to Know Me” Challenge
This might be a little short because I honestly can’t think of much to say here (woof), but I’ll do my best! 1. I think I’m pretty funny sometimes. I used to want to be a writer for SNL. Now that I know that schedule’s way too crazy, I’m not sure how it will work itself into my life, but I hope to share more of my true voice and humor with people one way or another.
Joelle E🌙Published 9 months ago in ConfessionsThis is the Prayer & Confession
Today, September 3rd, 2023, was a day of change in our home. I watched my adult son borrow my old truck to move more of his things to his first home, which will be entirely his own. Suddenly, the lyrics of Harry Chapin's song "Cats and the Cradle and the Silver Spoon" came to mind.
Bruce Curle `Published 9 months ago in ConfessionsI Am Afraid of Dogs
Many of us develop fears and phobias, and one of the most common is the fear of dogs. Let's get one thing straight from the start: Fearing dogs does not equate to hating them. In this article, we will discuss the reasons behind this fear, how to overcome it, and why it's important to distinguish between fear and hatred. So, relax yourself, get a cup of coffee, and let's dive deep into the depths of canine fear.
Uttam ShresthaPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsA nice day of little Ava
Ava woke up early on a Saturday morning, excited to go on a fishing trip with her dad. She had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, and she couldn't wait to spend some quality time with him.
Tiger YangPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsEsperanza Rising
The summer of 2008 was tough on my family. The housing market had just crashed and with my mother being a teacher and my father working in factories here and there during this time, we unfortunately had no safety net to fall into when the floorboards were ripped from underneath us. One weekend we went to the library in the town were we used to live. It was a distant drive but climbing up the hills and through the newer streets to the glorious hall full of books felt like a life changing adventure everytime we made the trek. It took us thirty minutes to get from our doorstep to the automatic sliding doors opening onto grey colored carpet. Typically in libraries the childrens and adult section were seperated by either seperate rooms or even separate floors. This helped provide time for families to safely practice being away from each other and find refuge in a good story; without a worry of having to be someone’s parent or someone’s dutiful child. We could all just be individuals who happened to walk in together at the library.
Ruth AnnPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsThe First Child
Every second, when I'm pensive, I still can't believe I'm already at an age that can't be called a child anymore. Maybe for some people, 18 years old is still in the category of children at their home, but not for me, because i am a first child. I had to be forced to act mature until now. You have to get used to doing anything on your own without the assistance of two more people because I am the oldest. Obsessed with being the best so my brother can set a good example too.
intanPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsWhere Do My Roots Grow
"You're grandmother is part Comanche, and your dad has something in him too," my mother explained to me one afternoon as we drove home from family's house. I was in the back seat staring at my tan arm, twirling my dark brown hair around my finger. I had asked her why we looked the way we did after seeing Native Americans in movies and learning about the Pilgrims and first Thanksgiving in school. My mother, with her long braid and copper skin, looked just like the Native Americans I had seen.
Laura LannPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsThe Symphony of the Unknown
Few events have the same transformational impact as the beautiful adventure of falling in love for the first time in the fabric of human emotions. It's a chapter characterized by naivete, openness, and the heady surge of feelings that stirs the heart from its slumber. This is a tale that captures the essence of innocence and the wonder of discovery as it follows a young soul as they navigate the uncharted waters of first love.
Brand LaposhPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsEchoes of the Past
Life has a way of weaving unexpected threads into our stories, often bringing people from our past back into our present. In the realm of relationships, these encounters can be both nostalgic and heart-wrenching, stirring up memories of love and moments once shared. This is a story of an emotional journey, where an ex-boyfriend's desire to rekindle a lost connection sets the stage for healing, growth, and the exploration of what it truly means to move forward.
Brand LaposhPublished 9 months ago in ConfessionsEchoes of the Past
Regret is a powerful emotion that can haunt the corners of the heart, casting shadows over memories and choices that were made long ago. It's a bittersweet companion, a reminder of roads not taken and opportunities missed. This is a story of a poignant journey through regret, a tale that explores the depths of remorse, the pursuit of redemption, and the transformative power of second chances.
Brand LaposhPublished 9 months ago in Confessionsconcentration camps
my name is Samuel Okojie and i have seen the world from a futuristic perspective and i want you to know that it doesn't get better, it gets a whole lot worst, in a world where intelligence and know how is base in an educational system that teaches and encourages things about you that will not do you any favours in the real world is the definition of wasted time and effort, a system that tells you to go to school for half of your life and then get a job from someone that definitely despises you indirectly because his despise comes from his ownself hatred and unachieved dreams, And after acquiring the job then you figure out that you now actually have to learn more and more and keep learning but not for your own will or self improvement but for the self improvement of the companies that you work for, you become a slave to the world around you, to the people but not in a good way, you become the very thing you hate, you become the world, you become someone who looks injustice in the eyes and does nothing, you become someone who hides in the shadows afraid of monsters that are not real because since we were kids we were made to believe that there were monsters under our beds and that the world in it's entirety is a big bad wolf that will devour you if you come close to it and for the longest of times through childhood up to my adolescence years i have always disagreed with this ideas that has been tossed around by the people of this dying world, a world filled with so much hate and so much religious madness that they can't even stop to sit down and think why it is that they hold and harbour so much hatred in their hearts, why so much disdain and uncertainty and why does their emotions always overcloud their judgment and why are they so eager to kill or take another mans life when such man disagrees with their religious ideals and perspective, It's almost as if these people are zombies to the God and ideas that they worship, they believe that they are in the right when in true they are the ones who are wrong and should admit their sins and let the world be the way that it is meant to be, i don't want to wake them up in such a short time cause i am afraid of the damage that it might cause, Telling the world that there is no God would shatter their realities so much that they would feel that there is no law to govern their moral virtue because all their lives they have lived a swinish life, a life filled with nothing but fear and misguided thoughts, thoughts that are not theirs, thoughts that are not real, thoughts that they can't even examine and thoughts that will someday lead them into madness but not from me but from their own self hatred being reflected back at the world, for if you stare deep into the abyss i promise you the abyss will stare back and what it will reflect back will be an alter ego of yourself, a 2.0 version if i should say, This is not a mere thought or belief, this is reality, a world filled with people without love but yet expects love in return, a world where people listen to propaganda without understanding the other side of the propaganda that they are on, a world that will eventually end up killing itself, was ozymandiaz at the right or was he at the wrong? From my perspevtive warshark was right, they shouldn't have compromised, they should have stood their ground and told the world the heinous and demonic act that ozymandiaz committed, killing millions to save billions will never be a right dimension of perspective to me, Doctor manhattan was the worst of all, a God who claimed to be a puppet who can see his strings but yet couldn't do anything about it is insane, which would be worst, to live as a monster or to die as a good man, shutter island, a part of ourselves that we choose to keep buried inside our subconscious mind, a place that will eventually lead us to face the monsters that we are, the part of ourselves that we keep hidden from the world but yet we hate and despise others who are brave enough to show the world who they really are and what they truly hold, i care not about the things of the material plane, not pleasure, not pain, not hate, not gluttony, not sex and not even the grim-reaper himself for i am a man who has conquered light and darkness and hold the whole world in his hands, a man who wishes to be left alone with his PADME, a man who just wants to live a simple and happy life with the woman that he loves CYNTHIA JOSEPH, to be able to apologise for the ways he treated her, how he neglected her feelings, for how i thoughts my feelings and ambitions was more important, i was no different from all the guys she spoke bad about, for in her eyes i was worst and for that i am sorry and i hope someday i can see her again and i can ask for her forgiveness and i do hope she take me back.
samuel okojiePublished 9 months ago in Confessions