Secrets
Secrets Suck
We keep so many secrets, it is crazy the amount of trust you put into someone. I secretly hide things and then they explode through my tears.......ok that was a very grand way to say to make that statement. I have full consciousness of that statement making me one in millions. I have built up opinions for those I love most and for those I don't know personally. So much to say so little people who care.
By {L.B.}5 years ago in Confessions
Little Victories
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the front door slams shut. Heavy footsteps pound against the tile floor and Wheatnic, our golden retreiver, bounds happily to greet his 'dad' home from work. I wish I still felt that enthusiasm for my spouse. For the millionth time, I'm grateful my faithful four-legged companion doesn't mirror my bitterness. Otherwise, I wouldn't have time to steady my nerves and arrange my features into something other than spite.
By Amanda5 years ago in Confessions
Obsessed Part 3
He walks away and everything just gets quiet. He rummages through some things and he enters this room in the basement. He has a lock and everything on it. He opens the door and all you see are picture of her in a coma and pictures from when she was younger and when she was a teenager. He had pictures of her in her bedroom playing from when she was little, pictures of her eating and with her friends. He was obsessed with her.
By Megan Wolfe5 years ago in Confessions
That One Day in the Field
Two acres was the minimum needed to own land in the part of the county where I grew up. Our neighbors had 10 acres, 20, and the area across the “street” was thousands of acres and uninhabited because it was part of a vast well field that supplied water to a big city an hour south of us. We were secluded and may not have had the same kind of fun as the other kids in our small-town school had. We certainly didn’t go trick-or-treating, watch cable, or go to the movies.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Masquerading Writer
I’ve been writing for over 20 years. Yet I still feel like I’m a masquerading writer—never good enough and always pretending that I belong. I pretended that I belonged in the group of all those professional writers who’ve been successful in their writing journeys.
By J.M. Troppello5 years ago in Confessions
CONQUERING TARHEELS
It’s a few hours before game time. The Evil Empire of the ACC has already descended upon the small village of Clemson. The blue bloods, college basketball royalty: The Tarheels. The invaders have pillaged our small town for the last seven years.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
I Confess My Name is not Really Vittoria Speranza
“An honest confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation.” – Thomas Dewar I agree that confession is good for the soul. It felt good to start using a nom de plume. However, it feels even better to confess that I’m not who you think I am.
By J.M. Troppello5 years ago in Confessions
A small life
The insecurities started as a teenager, I was maybe 15 when I realized I was kind of small. Also, it was about the time I started to understand the ridicule and all the jokes about big verses small. For some reason it affected me hard. It might have also been that the first girl I was with, she said I was the smallest she was ever with. It was a horrible feeling and it made me lose myself to video games, It's where I mind my solitude.
By arron taylor5 years ago in Confessions
All the Questions
Dream on, I was so imaginative, a real-life fantasy, living completely in my head. I was making myself feel it for you, even while being far away from you in the distance measured between us. I could feel all of it, hot and heavy, in my god damn chest. For real.
By S R H _ L O U I S E 5 years ago in Confessions
