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The Loss
The Loss. Oluremi Adeoye She woke up that Sunday morning very sad and teary. It has happened again. She didn't even know what to say or where to start all she knows is that she is pregnant. She thought of all the tall dreams she had of wanting to be great. She had plans of becoming a medical doctor. She had passed her school certificate exams with flying colors and had gained admission into one of the best universities in the country to study medicine and then got pregnant. She felt so stupid, but who can she blame? She didn't know it would turn out this way. From her calculations, she wasn't sure whether she got pregnant for the first, second, or third time. She sat down and counted the markings on her calendar. They had done it more than eight times in just two months.
Oluremi AdeoyePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsTHINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES Some rock musicians are recognised as much for their flamboyant, premature, or just plain odd demises as for their great lives. Sadly, a rock star's lack of privacy often follows them into the afterlife since, as soon as they pass away, images, inquiries, and hypotheses surrounding their demise appear online. Fans will delve deeply into the stories behind the deaths of their rock idols today more than ever thanks to social media accessibility and humanity's age-old morbid fascination with death.
Paul SmithPublished about a year ago in Confessions- Top Story - December 2022
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
Kelsey O'MalleyPublished about a year ago in Confessions 24 Hours
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. There were no cars in the driveway. Where were Jess, Johnny, Paul, Debbie, and Frankie?
Misty RaePublished about a year ago in ConfessionsA Walk Through the Woods
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Dale didn't know the real look of the cabin, except what he had seen on the B&B website, but I already knew every outside detail of it. I had memorized the roof's jutting points, its front windows, its peaked roof, the mocha color of its siding, and especially its front porch with a green aluminum roof and and dark wooden floorboards. I also knew that it was situated by a creek running swiftly down the side of a big hill and then it took a right and meandered through water logged boulders and past the cabin. I remembered the stone wall and wooden bridge that took you into the woods where I imagined all kinds of creatures, great and small, lived.
Bonnie WebbPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsMindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 1: The Sperm Donor My favorite quote from one of my favorite books is “We all create stories to protect ourselves” It comes from a book I found whilst finishing up high school. I found this book, due to a singer I had been a fan of since middle school, named POE. This will all make sense, I promise you. My fingers may or may not be crossed as I type any of these promises. As I am sure you are conscious of how the ADHD/Depressed brain is concocted. Welcome to the Mindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind.
Amber De’AnnPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsMindless Ramblings of a Depressed Mind
Chapter 2: The Egg Donor Here’s to my mother. The woman who wouldn’t put up with a man cheating on her, however, took joy in making her daughter feel like she could never amount to anything. My mother, how exactly shall I describe her? Half woman, half goat, one hundred percent demon? I was very sheltered growing up. I remember sitting in a restaurant with my mother, a place we went to often. Occasionally one cook would come sit with us and talk. Denise, sure that name works. Denise seemed to know everyone. I remember after this cook departed from our table. Denise quietly whispered to me “never date a Greek man, they are known to cheat” Me not knowing what anything other “Greek and Man” meant was just left perplexed. Also, jokes on her, according to my DNA test I have some Greek in me. Also, a lot of my childhood was spent in Greek restaurants.
Amber De’AnnPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsDepression
Depression is something that is become common, there is usually someone in ourlife that lives with it but cannot escape it.
Kim MurrayPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsProtection
Warning, guard dog on duty. Do not mess with him protecting his family. He will not back down. And tear you a new whole if you do not listen to him. He is going to protect Mama at all costs even from Daddy. Let's not forget that he is mama's boy after all. The alpha female of the family, with all of her wit and charm. That is a good story to tell in itself.
Alex JennettPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsAn Oak Tree
Growing up in Massachusetts, I had always been eminently intrigued by what the change of seasons did to all of the trees around me. I was especially blinded by a beautiful and brawny Northern Red Oak Tree that stood tall in front of my always opened window. I remember the gentle breeze that she would throw my way while I read books and immersed into another world. I remember the melody of songs that the birds would sing as they jumped around her armored boughs and how those intricate whistles, rattles, and chirp sounds sent me into a bliss of tranquility. But most of all, I will never forget how our Thanksgiving night in 1996 began and ended with this tree saving our lives.
KimmyPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsPoor Judgement Leads to Turkey Mishap
I’ve always loved the idea of hosting a dinner party and what is Thanksgiving, if not the ultimate dinner party? I practically begged my family to let me host the first year my husband and I were married. We lived in the crappiest apartment in PG County, Maryland, but I was determined to throw the best Thanksgiving ever.
Leslie WritesPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsCarp, Catholicism and Culture Clash
Carp, Catholicism and Culture Clash – A collection of Millennium Mishaps. Ever since he swept into my school cafeteria dressed like a film noire detective back in 1998, I knew I was going to marry Eoin and have his babies. He took a little longer to come around to the idea, but by the end of 1999 we were engaged and facing our first major dilemma – whose family to spend Christmas with.
Angel WhelanPublished about a year ago in Confessions