Embarrassment
I didn’t told this to anyone
"The heepies lived here." My Russian landowner stopped to ensure I comprehended. "What? Gracious, the hipsters." "Indeed, the heepies. Insane tones on everything when we purchased this. Hallucinogenic. My siblings and my dad and I needed to paint everything."
By Asmita Paudel3 years ago in Confessions
So She Said She Was a Taurus
My phone vibrated vigorously across the coffee table to notify me that I had just matched with a woman named Avalon. My dating profile was a catfish fried hard, nothing serious, but a feast of content nonetheless. I conveyed a toothy grin with a meme that included yoda, which was well-played by me, it being the digital equivalent to, "I think retro is cool, not old." Only to be followed by a photo that never showed my face but silouhetted my body, kind of like the “who’s that Pokémon” segment that airs right before the commercials. Lastly, sprinklings of witty banter garnished with my assumed taste in good music.
By Déja 3 years ago in Confessions
In and Out
There are five of us in the living room. Mother, Pop, Jordan, the dog, and myself. Mother falls right asleep leaving the rest of us to our own worlds. My brother rocks back forth watching heavy metal music covers, my father escapes reality by putting on his soundproof wireless headphones watching God knows what. The half-blind dog sits there looking at me and everyone else and then back at me expecting me to do something, or waiting for me to get it food. But I sit there on my recliner; alone, tired, and filled with exhaustion. Not the type of exhaustion where you had a full day of work and just feel like spreading your arms and legs, but the mental type. The type where you feel like you just need to die. Yeah, Die.
By Joshua Alejandro3 years ago in Confessions
I Am The Anti Vocal
Note to self: ( with all the credit due Norman McDonald ) unless or/and until someone pulls a Benjamin Franklin this is about all there is insofar as their childhood goal of gaining notoriety, etcetera through storytelling. There is probably, like every other philosophy ever invented something to say for/about the Power Of Positive Thinking. While this may not of itself have gotten somebody admittance to the University of Southern Mississippi...maybe it just about did. While I would avoid publicizing beyond a certain point the school's decades old claim of being among some top twenty or other in English Departments at least there was no poor mouthing going on.
By P. B. Friedman3 years ago in Confessions
That's Why Flamingos are Pink
When I was younger, we always spent Christmas day at my grandma's house. I have so many fond memories of the holidays there. There was this one year that the firemen had to go help a kid across the street. It gets pretty cold here in the Midwest in the winter time. Across the street from my grandma's home is a little, rundown park. I guess this child decided that it would be a good idea to stick his tongue to the swing set pole. Spoiler alert: his tongue froze to it. The irony? We were watching 24 hours of The Christmas Story.
By Cassandra Grimes3 years ago in Confessions
The Brown Box
It’s 7:22pm Monday night when Crystal finally begins to walk towards her car after a long shift at J-Mart. Crystal is a second year nursing student working to put herself through school. She stands a solid 5’8, has beautiful dark brown melanin skin, short black curly hair, and a figure so magnificent and unique that the best sculptures in the world couldn’t recreate it.
By John Allen 3 years ago in Confessions
My Discman
I will not speak for anyone else, but the Covid-19 age has brought out certain traits in my character that I never wanted to consider. My book collection has grown exponentially (Facebook's Marketplace has ruined me). My running habit has made me actually look forward to getting out of the house. I have joined several online pages that allow me to write, scribble, note my thoughts, and continue with the idea that I can be creative in the worst of times.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions