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She couldn’t discern the moment it happened; suddenly there was too much air, too much light, too much life. It was too much air for her to breathe.
S.J.Published 7 days ago in ConfessionsThe Joy of Giving
Funny story — well I got a good laugh! Most of my followers know I’m about to set off in a couple of months to explore this beautiful country I live in.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsA Lifetime of Embarrassing Events
Embarrassment or awkwardness is an emotional state associated with mild to severe discomfort. It usually happens when someone commits a socially unacceptable or frowned upon act witnessed by or revealed to others.
Lizz ChambersPublished 14 days ago in ConfessionsMy Waistband and Me
Ever since I was little, I have never really liked my body. Well, when I was with other kids, I started to dislike myself. My body hadn’t bothered me until the other kids pointed out ‘flaws’. Stuff that they perceived as wrong.
Raphael FontenellePublished 17 days ago in ConfessionsA Chicken in Every Pot
A Chicken in Every Pot Our new additions! 3 Barred Rock, 2 Lavender Orpington First of all, let me say, I am not a fan of birds. I have had many traumatic run-ins with them throughout my life – from Quaker Parakeets (small parrots) to African Greys to Cockatiels – and many more. They have drawn blood and held me hostage. Being held hostage by a Quaker Parakeet is mighty embarrassing, but …
KJ AartilaPublished 27 days ago in ConfessionsMy Thoughts on a Warm Wednesday Evening
I was hoping today, after a tired day, you would help me prepare for my mother's birthday surprise. A candle would've sufficed. Instead, you watched TV, loudly, looked disinterested and then reprimanded me for sharing my feelings.
Manisha DhalaniPublished 30 days ago in ConfessionsProblems at Work
Sunday, March 17th I know I have been extremely honest about having epilepsy and the types of things I face due to having it. However, something I've never truly dealt with in the workplace happened just a few days ago.
Rene PetersPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsInherited Fear: Roots of My Anxiety
I feel fear in my chest. It runs through me like a cold current. I feel it in my throat. It chokes me, thins my voice, and strangles my spirit.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsThe Exception
Adelaide took a sip of her caramel flavored coffee before she let out a sigh and placed the cup back onto the table. She looked across the chestnut colored table at Lisa who was watching her with curiosity. This was their ritual. Every Monday evening they came to this same corner diner and talked about Adelaide’s life. Most nights the conversation centered around the trials and tribulations of Adelaide’s all-too-often chaotic love life, but tonight was different.
Emma Edwins (R.T. Edwins)Published 2 months ago in ConfessionsA Caged Bird
Even on my best days, when I try to write, my brain speaks to me in a lexicon I fail to understand. The words of a story remain trapped, and I cannot direct them to the blank white page before me as I sit in this park. I watch a mother hug her little girl. Her arms wrapped around her like wings of protection, soft and warm like feathers. Her daughter's tiny face pressed against her heart. Then I remember you, sad, lonely, hurt, misunderstood. I knew you wanted to, one day, stretch your wings wide beneath the sun's warmth; you yearned to take flight. There were no limits. You would reach for the sky, breaking through the walls of that suffocating cage.
Ali SPPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsMa
Ma, We used to talk about everything and since you've been gone, there have been quite a few things I haven't gotten to tell you.
Meagan DionPublished 2 years ago in Confessions- Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
Two Parents
My father was two people stitched tightly together into the same body. Allen was every hallmark of a great father. A parent that took time to notice the small things his children adored. He invested energy into every hobby I picked up. Promptly, he bought me the books and tools to make it flourish. We would problem solve together how to construct my next idea. I would bring him elaborate plans that I had drawn out and done the math on. He would double check it then off to the porch we would go to build it. I was an artist, a crafter, a writer, sculpture, builder, and reader. I was anything and everything my creative mind yearned to be.
Laura LannPublished 2 months ago in Confessions