Secrets

Letters to Vita
“My Dearest Vita, I found your company charming and exhilarating, your mind is attractive to me. Since knowing you Vita, I loathe any activity that you are not involved. Some may say this sort of attachment is obsessive. I deem it only habitual, an acquired behaviour that you have extracted from me. My eyes open and rest with thoughts of you, I have never been so enchanted before than as I am now. I am utterly at your mercy; the feeling of non-reciprocation might end me.
By Morgan Chilvers4 years ago in Confessions
Taco Tuesdays
“Taco Tuesdays” A Non-Seqitarial Work – By Ari Ross I have a story to tell. It’s not an incredibly long story. It’s either extremely poignant or maybe not very poignant at all (depending on the viewpoint from which it’s observed).
By Ari Ross4 years ago in Confessions
Recipe for New England Chowdah. Top Story - December 2021.
Recipe for Chowdah Step one: It’s a family secret Step two: Make a roux ...... Being the youngest of a huge family comes with its perks. You get the soft version of everyone for the longest. My uncles gave me nicknames when I was six that still are stuck with me today. Names like Baby B, or Marvin because I was always starvin’. As the youngest, I am shielded from the confusing parts of the family. Like how both my grandparents are from Boston but now we all live on the West coast. Or why all 7 of my uncles had to join the military to pay for school. There are always family secrets, some more severe than others.
By RachleMorgan4 years ago in Confessions
...OUCH.
Dear W, You have no right to hurt me this way. There are only a few people who can hurt me, and that would not include you. There would only be one person who can make me cry, and it would not be you.
By A L Luna-Raven4 years ago in Confessions
When the Man You Love Disappears
How could a person vanish without a trace? “Maybe he didn’t want to be committed. Maybe he met somebody else,” my best friend Angela said when I told her about Mike. “Be glad for what you’ve got.”
By Bebe King Nicholson4 years ago in Confessions
I Was the Other Woman, and It Was (Almost) Exactly What You’d Expect
Have you ever noticed you were a cliché? For me, it was when I was having an affair with a married man. He was much older than me, married with three kids. A charismatic, powerful man who knew exactly what to say to make people do exactly what he wanted.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
My name is Rene Peters. I am a 21-year-old born and raised in the Rochester, New York area. I enjoy reading, writing, listening to music, and performing, mainly as a singer. I have written other pieces that "expose" some of my insecurities.
By Rene Peters4 years ago in Confessions
Saleanna's Heartbreaking Story
Lilly stood behind the rustic, old yellow, rocking chair that her grandmother Katina sat in, weaving her thinning grey hair into a fishtail braid. The sun's rays lightly warmed Katina's face as the cool breeze blew Lilly's long brown hair. Katina was now 88 years young and she felt her time to go home to the lord would be coming soon. Her strengh had long ago left her, and her eyes were getting cloudy as can be. Still, Katina was a happy old lady, and she loved her granddaugher past the moon and back.
By Kristy anderson4 years ago in Confessions
Declaration of Identity
I am not… I am not a diamond, pressured into a glassy gleam. I am not polished, shined or buffed. Decorative is not the way to go. Plain is hot. I am not cured ham, that salty brine (although I love a good slice). I am not all that glitters, yet I am still gold.
By XM4 years ago in Confessions
The Dance
“Jayzee, are you ready?” Kim asks. “I’m ready,” I say. “Quiet on the set!” he says, and the shoot begins. ~ I had intended to record only a few of my songs -- these miracle songs that had sprung out of my broken soul when I had least expected it.
By Jorgelina Zeoli4 years ago in Confessions
Vocal: A Path to Freedom
I had never been one to hide myself. As a child I was always the odd one out and by adulthood it had almost become a point of pride for me. I didn’t drink alcohol. I formed and flew paper planes around at parties. I collected the vests of strangers at clubs (it’s funny what people will lend if you just ask nicely). One of my fondest memories with my husband features the two of us quite literally sitting and kissing in a tree. We were absolutely adults at the time. Somehow I’d made it through the majority of my life living in complete transparency.
By Bree Beadman4 years ago in Confessions
Open Marriage
Where do I begin? It's been a few months since I informed my husband, Paul, I was no longer physically/sexually/emotionally attracted to him(I spilled the beans in September 2021). In being honest, I've been feeling this way for over six months, with the first inclinations at around January 2021.
By Shannon Lemire4 years ago in Confessions