Teenage years

Beach Canaries
Introduction This is another story on Seven Days In that is getting a lot of attention, and I noticed most of my recent fiction has been quite dark, and I wanted something that wasn't dark so this is a placeholder that will not disturb anyone.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Confessions
The High-Altitude Trap
My wife and I have a pretty noticeable height difference. I'm a whole foot and a half taller than her, which you'd think would just be a normal part of life. But in reality, it shows up in some pretty mundane ways, like when I reach the top shelf for pantry stuff, grab her coat from the closet, or change a lightbulb without yanking out the step stool. All pretty standard taller-spouse chores. Although it wasn't until pretty early on in our marriage that I started to catch on to a little bonus that came with being the taller partner.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
Best Memory or Worst Mistake
I had a best friend at 17. She was that one person in my whole life that I was closer to than my own family members. We'd sit together at lunch and text each other about nothing until one of us fell asleep in the middle of a conversation. And the times when she'd laugh at something absolutely ridiculous I'd just said, I would feel like I won something. I never felt like I needed a girlfriend, really. She was taking up that space in my life, and I felt like something good would come out of it.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
The Longing Gap
He deleted, letter by letter, the message he had typed: “Want to hit Smorgasburg this weekend?” He replaced it with a photo he’d taken on a whim—the old streetlamp outside his apartment building, fine rain drifting through the glow. Three minutes and twenty seconds later, she wrote back: “Nice mood.” He stared at those two words for a long time. It reminded him of a girl on the show named Chloe, how she had received a心动短信 and flipped her phone face‑down on the beach lounger, the corner of her mouth lifting slowly, like someone who had just been handed a gift with no name attached. The livestream comments had scrolled a single line in all caps: SHE KNOWS. Back then he thought that smile was charming. Now, those two words felt like an unopened piece of candy, and he couldn’t tell what flavor was inside.
By Jin2 months ago in Confessions
**10 Ways People Are Building Careers From Their Bedroom**
Nobody told me this was possible when I was younger. The message I grew up with was pretty clear: school, then more school, then a degree, then maybe someone gives you a job. That was the path. Deviating from it felt risky in a way nobody could fully explain but everyone seemed to agree on.
By M.Changer3 months ago in Confessions
Pride comes before the fall?! The eternal question and its mystery!2nd part! d;
“Romanian diminutives shrink the object but enlarge the emotion, ‘’ whoau, very well put! I never manage to be so ….. so , …. precise ?
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 months ago in Confessions
T-Dub & Me
So let me take you on a trip down memory lane, 25 years in the making. It’s mid to late August of 2001. After a summer of going to the beach multiple times and everyone still reeling from the craze of movies like Rush Hour 2 and The Fast and the Furious, the summer is nearly over and I’ve just started 3rd grade at my new school Seawell elementary in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. My teacher’s name is Ms. Scales and her assistant is Ms. White. My first week at this new school was pretty typical new kid, new playground, new rules type of stuff, but that first Saturday of the school year helped to set the tone for a future I never saw coming.
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Confessions
Pride comes before the fall?! The eternal question and its mystery!2nd part! b;
Much like the way the tree of life in Revelation is not described as a source of calories but as something that gives healing, meaning that the entire relationship between the body and nourishment changes in the new creation. This makes sense because the resurrected body is described as incorruptible, which means it does not decay, does not weaken, and does not require the constant input of matter to sustain itself, so eating becomes optional, beautiful, and symbolic rather than necessary, and this aligns with the idea that the new creation operates on different principles than the current universe.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 months ago in Confessions
Pride comes before the fall?! The eternal question and its mystery!2nd part! a;
But I’m also somehow aware that, deep down, I’m convinced we’ve forever lost the possibility of living as we did in Eden. From the book of Revelation, it’s clear there won’t be a new Earth. But a totally and completely “other” world, and no longer a planet Earth! …so to speak. Even the Sun and Moon will be affected! So we’ve “lost” something, if I may say so. Personally, I loved Eden very much. Our salvation doesn’t lead to the recovery or creation of a new planet Earth, but to another… what should I call it? That cube John describes in Revelation? And I must admit that at least now, at this stage, I realize the regret of no longer having Eden. And this makes me believe that other worlds still exist. Because we won’t return to the state of being we had in Eden. We can’t. But to a different kind of being. One that fits into the cube of the new world, like a planet, rather than Earth.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.3 months ago in Confessions
A Pickle Isn’t a Pickle Unless It Bounces 🥒
I am the reason Connecticut had to pass a law declaring that a pickle isn’t a pickle unless it bounces. To understand why, you first have to understand mercury poisoning in Hat City.
By Jesse Lee3 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Boobs Started Stealing the Spotlight. Content Warning.
--- Hey friends, I still laugh (and cringe) every time I think about it. I was the classic late bloomer. Flat as a pancake through most of middle school. My best friends were already shopping in the junior section for bras while I was still rocking training bras that did absolutely nothing because… there was nothing to train. I used to stuff my socks in my shirt when no one was looking, praying to the puberty gods to hurry up.
By Chahat3 months ago in Confessions
HE WAS MY LOVE, MY HERO, MY EVERYTHING
HE WAS MY LOVE, MY HERO, MY EVERYTHING Then he was gone ** The first thing I noticed about Jim was his smile. It was only a short glimpse. He turned so quickly as he spoke to his friends that there was not enough to time to get a good visual of his face.
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Confessions