Teenage years
Summer in Abaddon
We ran. As fast as we could. Clinging to the stolen watermelons never thinking to look back. I started to cramp immediately but did not dare to stop. A frenzy of emotions was fizzing inside of each of us, a stick of dynamite ignited and set off with this impulsive act of thievery. Adrenaline came out on top in the fight for control, effortlessly squashing the fear of being caught. We were with our friends and the moon was the only one watching.
By Calvin Hatch4 years ago in Confessions
Surviving 20's Pt . 1
Welcome to the second stage of your life where there are more heartbreaks and less people being involved in your life , This next phase of your life may be tough and challenging on a day to day basis . But all in all it will be worth it in the end in this 4 part series i will be breaking down the . The Good , The Bad and The ugly . My goal by the end of this read is to give people in there 20's such as myself more of an outlook of the positive sides of conquering and Surviving this era .
By Beautifully Unspoken 4 years ago in Confessions
Fly alone.
It all started one morning when she realized that nothing is gonna be the same as before neither her life nor herself. It was difficult to face the stones life threw at her though she was trained to be both powerful and influential since the beginning of her life.
By Vanshika Dhawan4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter I’ll Never Send
Dear B.B.W., I think I’m going insane. I think I’m in love. Is there truly a difference, Lady Aphrodite, or will I need therapy? I can’t help myself imagining you in instances I didn’t know I’d ever want, yet suddenly I want to kiss you in the rain. Suddenly I want to watch the sunset, hold hands in a corn maze, throw flour at one another, and receive flowers on my birthday. In second grade, I swore an oath to never have crushes on stupid boys. I wonder what that girl would say to me now, gawking over the tall nerd. I’ve tried to get over myself but I can’t handle just being your friend. I want something more. I need it.
By Abby Campbell4 years ago in Confessions
All About My Crazy Life
Introduction: My name is Sabrina Siren Black. This is my witch name. I use tarot cards and I also use this name to remain anonymous because I am not comfortable using my real name. I am apart of/ created a coven called Children of the Shadows and I am also the High Priestess. My boyfriend is Puerto Rican and Italian and everyone in my family outside of my immediate family will be really pissed off because he isn't white since my family was raised with a different generation. My boyfriend knows that I am a witch since I have laid ALL of my cray out for him since day 1. I had asked him out, and even though he knows all of my craziness and the craziness of my family, he still agreed to date me. We started dating while school was still going. I am now a senior in high school and my boyfriend is now a junior in high school. We met in the Auto Collision class (car painting class) that the school offers. Also, we met 3 weeks after school started because I enrolled late due to a COVID quarantine. I was so upset since I was worried I was going to end up in virtual school again. I didn't want to spend one of THE most important years of high school. I spent a majority of my junior year taking tests that I didn't take in freshman and sophomore year and also the PSAT's and the ACT (twice). I hope this year is a lot different since it's my last year in high school. Most of my friends are now juniors except for one person but she ended up moving to another school because her parents decided that. There's talk she may be coming back to the school she left but who knows? Her parents are still saying it's undecided. My hope is that she comes back considering senior year won't be the same without her. I may have met her 3 weeks after I got to the school, but with the time we had, we became best friends. Hell, less of best friends and more of a family. She is like the mom of the group and her boyfriend would be the dad of the group. She calls me her baby and I like that she does since it proves to me that she cares for me and the moment she first called me her baby, I knew we were going to be even closer than we already were and guess what? I was right. When she had to leave, on her very last day, we cried and cried because of how much we were going to miss each other and now she lives almost 2 hours away. Hopefully, her stepdad won't be a dick and will let her and see how much she needs her Colonial High School family needs her and misses her. I had my childhood stolen on June 20th, 2020 at 4:30 am because I was raped by someone I truly trusted. After that, I became different and considered cutting myself to feel SOMETHING, ANYTHING and I didn't. I have been sober, as a result, since January 2019. In that time, I have turned away from the Catholic faith and turned to the fact that I am a psychic medium and can hear, feel, and see dead people and I can read tarot cards. I have also turned to witchcraft since that became an outlet for me.
By Sabrina Siren Black4 years ago in Confessions
There are a thousand different ways to cry
I’ve been a “crybaby” to many since I was two. I was always labeled as sensitive or weak, because my favorite way to express myself was through tears. But after years of being called everything under the sun for expressing myself, I chose to hide my feelings behind a mask. So I decided, why not write those many moments down here. The moments that I hid from the world and the moments that made me feel the most vulnerable.
By M4 years ago in Confessions
