Childhood
Demon Hole
I don’t believe in ghosts but when I was little, I thought that maybe my grandma’s house was haunted. Specifically the upstairs. Extra specifically my mom’s old room. It was always dark and damp when the rest of the house was bright and often smelled of chocolate chip cookies and mountain dew (a strange combination, I know, but it reminds me of my grandma).
Kaylee WoodruffPublished about a year ago in Confessions"First day at high school"
It was the first day of school, and I was filled with excitement and nervousness. The summer had flown by and now it was time to start a new chapter in my life. I woke up early, put on my new uniform, and got ready for my first day at high school.
Prashant ChouhanPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsMom, Did You Miss Me Today?
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Timmy who lived with his mother in a small village. Timmy was an energetic and curious child, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved to spend his days playing with his friends, chasing after butterflies, and fishing in the nearby stream. Despite his adventurous spirit, Timmy was a loving son who cherished his mother deeply.
Vinodhkumar M VPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsMistaken Heart
A time away and a tug at the heart causes it to beep. Having our own path to take, I focus on me and growing beyond belief. Practicing teachings and taking care of the inner child that is within. Love I tried to experience and it crumbled to pieces. I ventured to different lands in search for hope and peace, only to find trauma and scars that will forever run deep. As I struggle to heal and build new walls, I focus to protect that inner child that never got the love he deserved.
Goosey Q.Published about a year ago in ConfessionsSad love story
Excuse me, the one I loved, and I knew that you did not know anything about love, because the feelings about you while you are far from it are strange. I loved the toughest men, and I know them by wounding people, the closest to breaking hearts. About him because he is arrogant and hates all people. He does not have feelings for anyone. He does not understand anyone, even the closest people to him, who have a blood bond with him. He loves to be tortured. Saying hahahahaha I do not know why I loved him, he is frowning, hard-hearted, arrogant, so there is no description enough for him, I do not know how to describe him to you, but I am a bit crazy that I love those who torture me and increase my pain and my wounds, because he is a cruel god who has no feelings in him. He moves only to ruin the life of everyone who approaches him.
Abderrazak ZteouPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsChildhood : The Golden Years
Childhood is often thought of as a special time in life, a time of innocence and joy. It is not always easy, but it is usually a time of exploration and learning that sets the foundation for the rest of our lives. It is a time when we grow and develop, and begin to make sense of the world around us.
Mahima MeshwalPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsHome
Growing up, home was a series of memories. Home was the smell of cheap cigarettes, of Mexican beer that, when spilt on the carpet, stuck to calloused feet. Home was coming back from school, and you hear your mother singing, very off key, to Selena and the Kumbia Kings, while making horchata to sell on the weekends to our neighbors by the gallon. Home was my brothers and I gagging and coughing, our lung burning from the fumes of poblano peppers being fire roasted on the stove top, to us bolting outside, frantically slurping down water from the garden hose, and later turning the backyard into a mud pit to beat the growing heat. Home was getting our asses kicked for reenacting the mud wrestling scene from Shrek on the dog and each other, and later being told to strip down to our underwear and leave our once colorful clothes in a pile of brown sludge by the laundry room.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThings Were Very Different Growing up in the 80s
Life was very different in the 80s. Things I had done and how kids were raised were very different things from today. What year did you grow up in? How was it different from today's kids?
Kerrie G.DiazPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Man I Never Cried Over
I've cried over many boys in my life, each one taught me a hard lesson to make it easier to know how to love and to be loved.
Samantha ParrishPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsTreasures of Expectation Quotes in Relationship
Expectation quotes in relationships can provide valuable insight into the dynamics of a healthy or unhealthy partnership. Expectations play a significant role in any relationship, whether they are explicit or implicit. When we enter into a relationship, we often have certain expectations of how things should be, how our partner should behave, and what we want to get out of the relationship.
PrashantPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Beauty and Love of Simran V
Simran V is a beauty beyond compare.Her beauty is not only physical but also radiates from within. Her kindness, her grace, and her infectious energy make her stand out from the crowd. Her beauty is not only physical but also radiates from within. Her kindness, her grace, and her infectious energy make her stand out from the crowd. Her stunning features, her smile that brightens up the whole room and her infectious energy are just some of the things that make her so beautiful. I first saw her in the third class of Apeejay School in Faridabad, and I was instantly smitten. From that day on, I knew that I had fallen deeply in love with her.
NAVNEET GUPTAPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsHave a Read.
If walls could talk, hey Susie do you remember that time we sat in here and we could hear next door arguing about the time?
Dawn EarnshawPublished about a year ago in Confessions