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this is my first year away from home and i'm kind of happy about it
This is my first year away from home. The first year away from family, friends, and christmas stockings. Away from tinsel and baubles and flashing lights. Away from the Christmas spread with ham and gingerbread and trifle. No being crushed by too familiar hugs. No presents. I am so relieved.
By Jaimie2 years ago in Confessions
I left my husband when the pandemic hit
It was April of 2020 when I finally decided to leave my husband for good. I had no idea where I was going, but I was leaving it all behind for something new. Needless to say this was a difficult decision considering I had severe anxiety at the time.
By Missy Conley2 years ago in Confessions
The Mystery Box: A Story
This story is about a mysterious box that holds a thrilling surprise. It starts with a curious girl who finds an unassuming package on her doorstep one day. When she opens it, she finds an old box with a strange lock on it. She soon discovers that the box contains a secret that will change her life forever. Join us as we unravel the mystery of the box and uncover the truth behind its contents in this thrilling story!
By Sandhaya2 years ago in Confessions
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.
By Oluremi Adeoye 2 years ago in Confessions
THINGS 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.
By Paul Smith2 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later. Top Story - December 2022.
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.
By Kelsey O'Malley2 years ago in Confessions
A 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.
By Bonnie Webb2 years ago in Confessions
Mindless 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.
By Amber De’Ann2 years ago in Confessions
Mindless 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.
By Amber De’Ann2 years ago in Confessions