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Feeling With No Movement
Silence, the noisy world we portray this crazy life in has become silenced. All the thoughts running through my head had come to one jarring halt. Wings of birds stopped flapping, particles of dust that you could see from light beaming through the glass window held still in the air. Flaky is now strong. Action potentials sweeping through my brain thousands of times, every single millisecond, and notions constantly interrupting my daily existence. They finally felt as though they had been suppressed and hushed to sleep like the little girl I used to be. His eyes converged into mine. Uneasiness is now calmness like life is born from death.
Tash JohnsonPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsA Letter to 15 Year Old Me: 15 Years Later
Hi Kelsey, I realize that these types of exercises are usually for the purposes of attracting other readers for the sake of "relatability." You and I both know that we are only "relatable" to a minority of people. I know that you have always felt like an outsider, you were never given any clear answers as to why that is. You just know that whatever you were getting bullied for is a bullshit reason. Your classmates will make up EVERY excuse in the book as to why that was; they will claim ignorance, the stupidity of youth, whatever the excuse of the week happens to be.
Kelsey O'MalleyPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsWhy I'll never win a challenge
Alright, I'll admit I may have exaggerated a little in the title, just to get your attention. Did it work? In truth, always and never are far too big words for so little a confession I have to make. You see, I have a vice. Call it a downside, an indulgence, or a weakness if you prefer.
Claire GuérinPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThings I’ve Learned From Spending 50 Days Sober
50 Days ago I decided to go sober. I decided that I deserved better for myself than the way I was living. I decided to elevate myself from the situations I’d often find myself in, purely from continuing to live in a way that facilitated toxic habits.
Gary RagnarssonPublished about a year ago in ConfessionsThe Craft of Writing
Every day I am to write 500 words to improve this craft called writing. The power is out, and the room is beginning to heat up.
Lahori LadyPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsA Sort Of Problem
Introduction I recently wrote a piece setting myself a task to create a fiction that was entirely positive. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did, and the story I am talking about is at the end of this one. So what is my problem?
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in Confessions100 things I'd rather do than finish the story I'm writing to enter the Christopher Paolini Vocal+ Members-Only Fantasy Fiction Challenge
If you’re like me, you write. But whenever someone cheerfully chirps: “Ooh, I love writing! I live to write!” you wince. Why? Because writing isn’t fun.
P. D. MurrayPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsThe Graveyard's Eyes
I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been there --- to the graveyard. How many times I’ve felt the bone-chilling stares of the headstones as I walked through the raven-black gates. Every time, I gripped my flowers, my eyes roaming the silence, my heart pumping like a maniac because I felt something. At first, it was just the headstones. They surrounded me like a hungry murder of crows, each one different in its own way. Everything within me screamed to go back to the entrance, but the memories of my mother called to me. When I reached her headstone, the previous flowers I had laid stolen from the desperate fingers of the dead, the memories came stabbing back.
Kevin B. JonesPublished 2 years ago in Confessions5 Things That Make Me Weird?
I think I'm secure enough in myself to admit that I'm an acquired taste, a little bit on the weird side. That might change depending on the comments I receive, but we'll just go with it for now.
Heather HublerPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsOne Dinner With Friends Reminded Me Why I Avoid Social Interaction
I’m notorious among my group of friends for turning down social invites. It’s amazing I have any friends left as often as I reply with a ‘no’ to their invitations. The guilt crushes me, but I feel helpless most days to offer another answer.
Scott NinnemanPublished 2 years ago in ConfessionsFinding Family
I'm at that age where most of my older memories of the past have that fuzzy quality to them. The finer details remain unfocused, stolen over time. Scenes and images flash by in a blur, the memories fluid. Some I wish I could just grasp in my hands and hold tight, allowing the chance to reminisce a bit, but they slip through like sand. Others I would love to banish from my mind forever, no amount of "lesson-learned" a lure enough to keep them.
Heather HublerPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy passenger yells at me for 30 minutes straight
“Here when you’re ready” I press send on the message just as I pull into your street because I’ve learned that the mobile signal near your apartments is hopeless, so I need to send the message before I have zero bars. Besides, that usually gives me enough time to turn around before you're outside and ready to get into my car.
D-DonohoePublished 2 years ago in Confessions