Friendship
VALENTINE
In the heart of the bustling city, where the daily commotion seemed to fade into a gentle murmur, resided a couple named Lily and David. Their love story unfolded amidst the charming cobblestone streets, cozy cafes, and the captivating glow of streetlights. As the arrival of Valentine's Day drew near, a touch of romance seemed to permeate the very air, transforming the cityscape into a canvas of love.
By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
MISPLACED
In the bustling city's quiet corners, there existed a realm where forgotten things resided. This realm, known as the realm of the misplaced, was where lost items found themselves in a peculiar purgatory. Among them was a weathered pocket watch named Oliver.
By Paloma Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Reflecting and Healing
As I am writing this (kind of late as usual...but hey it's just about to be 11pm so I am making progress LOL) I am 9 days without alcohol. When I say I am feeling all the feels, I am feeling EVERYTHING. A YouTuber that I follow is actually quitting alcohol as well. She made a Instagram post today and a quote she used was "you have to feel to heal." I really love that, because it's so true. No matter if you drink, or do anything else a lot of times we are trying to numb our feelings because it's easier than feeling them. Today I was doing a lot of reflecting on when I started this journey truly for the first time 5 years ago. I began to realize so many things and why I was so unsuccessful staying sober.
By Kimmiekins43 years ago in Confessions
Peace has enemies
Even peace has enemies, there are some people out there who definitely don’t like peace, so isn’t it arrogant of you to think you won’t have enemies. I don’t think there is anybody since the history of creation who hasn’t been controversial or can’t be, everybody at some point makes enemies, regardless of your actions or words sometimes. Somewhere, somehow, someone already hates you either because of your ethnicity, race, nationality, religion, skin color or even gender. I am guessing that’s just the beauty and diversity of the human nature, it would have been pretty boring if we all just got along easy-peasy without any problems.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
1957
Introduction This is post number 1957. 1957 is the year I was born, and one or two other things happened. I was born in 1957 in Mount Street Hospital Preston, across the street from Preston Catholic College where ten years later I would start my secondary education (I was ten, normally you had to be eleven). I started Primary school at four, my mum Margaret had taught me to read so I was well-prepared for each educational start, but I never got as far as university and in the year 2000, I was told I would never work again because I did not have a degree.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
What you are up against
I think it will come as no surprise for me to say that the world is evil and corrupt. It doesn’t take much to shift into the dark side, far from me to justify the evil people do, but that decision sometimes is one of survival or greed. It's a lot easier to be an evil person than it is to be a good person and so many people make that choice when enough pressure is put on them, I don’t think there is anyone who intentionally likes his life to be difficult, so it takes the battle to the moral ground.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Please Stop Sending Me Reels. Top Story - February 2024.
You know, back in my day—I was born in 1998, so we’ll say 2018 was my peak—memes were simple. Funny image, text, done. Maybe a screenshot of a Tweet or a Tumblr post. Sharing was easy; just right click, copy, and paste into the chat, or on your page, or whatever. Consuming was easy as well. Just look, read, blow a little bit of air out of your nose, continue on. Your homie sends you a dank meme, you respond with a trite “lol,” and you move on with your life. They cared. You adore that. That’s your homie.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 years ago in Confessions
No Other Way to Explain It
I remember when we met for the first time. My oldest daughter, seventeen years old, had friends over and you came along with them. I had heard about you before, though. You and your two brothers were well known and respected in the small town we all lived in. You were the middle brother, the best looking one, they had said. You were recently divorced and a friend had thought (out loud to me) that she believed we would make a good match. She had dated the youngest brother. I quickly dismissed that thought.
By Shirley Belk3 years ago in Confessions
Literally Challenged. Content Warning.
Introduction Ten of my recent Vocal Stories have been Vocal or Non-Vocal Challenge related. I see Challenges as great for prompts and that is it, but I am looking at the current ones and the only one of the five that may get more response from me is the Inverse poem and I already have three pieces in there.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Three’s a Crowd
Once upon a time there lived three college roommates, each struggling to tread their individual hero’s journeys. Two were classic beauties, the fairest of them all. The third, a redhead, floundered, uncertain where and how she fit in the world. I was that third roomie.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Confessions
Midnight Confessions(Her Words). Content Warning.
The town of Ravenswood lay nestled beneath the moon's watchful gaze, an intimate setting where stories unfolded in the quiet hours when the rest of the world slept. It was within this mysterious haven that midnight confessions took on a life of their own, each tale woven with threads of guilt, secrets, and the haunting need for redemption.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri3 years ago in Confessions
