Humanity
THE DEVILโS BARGAIN
THE DEVILโS BARGAIN In the quaint town of Greenwood, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, lived a devout Christian man named Samuel. He was known for his unwavering faith and kind heart, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. One fateful evening, as Samuel walked home from church, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, revealing himself to be none other than the Devil.
By Janet Elianna 3 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not Fun Anymore.. Content Warning.
Everyday Iโm getting older, everyday brings more mistakes. leaving the way I did was a way of saying fuck you. It was my final act of rebellion, my way of asserting my identity and my independence. My old friends told me that I am no longer fun anymore and I laughed but the longer I think about it the less funny it became. It became a very odd thing to think about, I lived in a place were if I died it would definitely shock people but they wouldnโt be surprised that was when I knew that I needed to change.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
There's Always Another Way. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a Seven Days In post from 2015, nine years back, about what I thought were anger issues. While many things annoy me I still don't get angry. In my workplaces the most anger I have seen has always been from men and was usually excused by "You know what they're like" or "But they're good at their job", for me neither is an excuse when the anger happens on a regular basis.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Unraveling the Controversy Stalled Labor Pick Julie Su and California's Missing Billions
Certain issues arise in the complex fabric of government that both grab the public's attention and have a profound impact on the halls of power. The current controversy involving California's startling financial disparities and Julie Su's delayed labor selection is just one such chapter in the continuous story of accountability and governance. It is our responsibility to work our way through the intricate details of these problems and separate the points of dispute in order to comprehend the seriousness of the current situation.
By Namira Abdullah3 years ago in Confessions
10 Million Little Things...
When a person has been through so much trauma there comes a point where the mind overthinks every little detail and every little interaction that hasn't become a commonplace occurrence. That too sometimes gets questioned in his or her mind. This is where I found myself this morning when I stepped out of my car to pump gas at my local gas station and a gentleman came strolling up to me but respectfully keeping his distance and said, "Mam, I hope you don't take this the wrong way but you are beautiful." I said thank you and continued pumping my gas as did he. He didn't say anything else to me while we were both going about the business of putting gas into our vehicles but my mind was going a thousand miles a minute from just that simple interaction. "He didn't go behind my car and put a tracker on it when I wasn't looking, did he? No, of course not, I saw him come out of the gas station.", "Am I really that beautiful? No, trust me, you don't want me. I mean if you could just hear me rattling off in my head right now you'd understand why.", "Damaged beyond repair that's what I am. It's best I'm left alone.", I had turned to put my wallet back into my car and my thoughts turned to, "Watch your back. Listen. He may try to attack you." Eventually, we both finished pumping our gas and then he bid me a good day and I did him as well and he left. A simple interaction and yet it brought tears to my eyes. As you've probably figured out by now I don't take compliments from the opposite sex very well anymore. I'm not sure how to perceive them. Are they disguises for something more sinister lying in wait just down the line? Is it a mask used to lure me in? To me, all a compliment from a man spells out is danger. You see, we've been down this path several times before and it always ends badly. I feel like a stray animal that's never been in a loving home before and doesn't understand how to accept love. My parents showed me love in the best way they knew how but to be honest, it was an obscured view as well, and now although I have a good understanding of what love should look like I don't trust that it exists at least not long term. And certainly not for me. When I receive a compliment I know what I should do is receive the compliment, perhaps say something nice back but in my mind, all I can do is look for danger and all I want to do is run. You see what you don't see is the 10 million little thoughts running through my mind, what you don't see is the 10 million ways I've done thought of how you've murdered me and buried my body, what you don't see or realize is the 10 million little things that have led to my PTSD and my trauma ridden mind, what you don't realize is the 10 million battles I've already had to overcome and the last thing I want to do is overcome another one, you don't know the 10 million mountains I've climbed just to get here, you don't see my 10 million little scars do you? You wouldn't I try hard to hide them. I've tried hard to overcome them, to shine despite them but there is one thing that terrifies me still. Please don't be nice to me.
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Confessions
BEHIND THE SMILE
Everyday starts with the hope of fresh starts as we step out of our houses with smiling faces that hide struggles we carry within . From the outside it may seem as though life is filled with happiness and ease but beneath the surface lies lots of challenges and hardships that often go unnoticed by those around us.
By Annie3 years ago in Confessions
To Be Alive: Introduction. Content Warning.
Ever since I was a little child I've known what its like to be unwanted. I can take a deep look into someones eyes and see the pity and disgust they have for me. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and for many years I've learned how to read their souls and intentions.
By Somebody 3 years ago in Confessions
