Humanity
They
I grew up with the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated. I realize now that I am older, those whose houses were strong in hatred, have always had life the hardest. Hate was constantly fed, fueled, and strengthened. I look to others and see the issue.
By Jamie L. Carter5 years ago in Confessions
Ruins
They say that Rome wasn’t built in a single day, but it burned in one. Like Rome, a person isn’t built in a day. A person is built through days, weeks, months, and years. Laughter, happiness, love… they build us. They shape and mold us into the person people see when they look us in the eye.
By Kiko5 years ago in Confessions
The big questions
Life. It’s a complicated concept and even more complicated practice. If you’re not wanting to read the crazy ramblings of a skeptic then maybe quit here. But honestly, I need to get it out. This is probably more for my benefit than anything else but if you stick with me, maybe we can help each other answer the unanswerable. Please note that I do not mean to offend by any of my thoughts and if you don’t like what you read, I’m sorry. But here it is. The questions that plague my mind frequently and make me question all I know, always waiting, hopefully, for the answers.
By Lizzie5 years ago in Confessions
I Woke up and Died
I opened my eyes. She leaned in. “You had a heart attack” Staring, unable to speak, I looked at my wife blankly. I realized I heard words, I realized who she was. I recognized each word, but I could not comprehend the sentence, or for that matter, the situation. What seemed like an eternity later, my mind had hung on the last word: heart attack. It was a dreamy consciousness.
By Arthur Brain5 years ago in Confessions
Parents Aren't Always Right
Growing up, I believed everything my parents told me. "Don't play on the monkey bars," my father said, "You'll get hurt, I just know it." Or, "Don't ride your bike, you'll fall and scrape your knee... or worse. You could DIE!" My father was a very passive aggressive man, especially when my mother was around. He hated everything that had to do with fun, or in other words, my independence. He believed that little girls needed to stay close beside their fathers, and fear the world around them.
By Cameron Kirin5 years ago in Confessions
Adrift in the Chaos
It feels so easy to sit here and be all doom and gloom; to ramble on about the state of affairs in our world today... But that's not really what I want to talk about. I'm not interested in spending hours deep diving into every issue thats currently plaging us; whether as a community, a nation, or a world. I'm more interested in stretching out my hands and finally putting to words the deep echoing screams that reverberate in my soul.
By Lucas Chambers5 years ago in Confessions
A Girl At A Bus Stop
This happened as a teenager in the mid seventies. I was driving home from a night in Garstang and was coming through Broughton and noticed a girl I knew at a bus stop. I stopped the car and got out and ran up to give her a big hug from behind, saying “Hi” . It was ten thirty at night , there were street lights and two pubs , one The Golden Ball close by.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Work,
Dear Work, I can’t believe how fast five years goes. It seems like only yesterday I was hemming and hawing at your interview. The conversation went well, and you just hired me on the spot! Giving me a shot at a position I felt unwholly qualified for was a huge relief to my life and my budget. But quickly the obligation set in, and the pixie dust of feeling wanted turned into well, dust dust (it really is tough to keep your house clean. Did you know that I would be a mini-janitor when you hired me?)
By S Suye 5 years ago in Confessions
The Writer's Dilemma
I am a writer. In all honesty, the signs were always there. Even now, I look back at my life and wonder why (or how) I didn’t see it sooner. When I was eight years old, I wrote a short story for my grade three assignment. While most children wrote about a page or two, I wrote thirty, with illustrations. Oh sure, it was obviously written by an amateur: spelling and grammatical errors, lack of proper story beats or theme, and I’m pretty sure I ripped off Dragon Heart (1996) and Return of the Jedi (1983). I remember the teacher once telling me I couldn’t read the whole thing to the class because it was too long and would take up too much time. Nevertheless, that short story filled me with pride, bringing a light to my otherwise dismal life.
By B.D. Reid5 years ago in Confessions
