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Where's the Pony?
”Write what you know.” That is so simple. It’s true. Simple. Real. But what if? What if everything you knew to be true just, just… isn’t anymore? If all you were certain of dissolves into space dust and dream fragments and nothing seems true?
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Confessions
The Rebellious Spirit of a Brown Girl
I belong to India where a lot of expectations are placed on brown girls. It entails carrying the burden of the "good girl" stereotype all the time. Society expects me to prioritize other people's viewpoints over my own, frequently at the expense of my goals and ambitions. It is rebellion to defend myself. Even if it costs me to respect people who are trying to destroy my life, I must keep quiet and listen. A girl already had so much pressure the day she was born. But what about the boys? Brown girls are always instructed to sit properly, not laugh loudly, not talk to boys and always be docile and soft. Why is a girl's gender the requirement to clean the house or be in the kitchen?
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
Love, Lana
Dear Aunty Lana, I wanted to write a letter to you letting you know how much I love and appreciate you and everything that you have been in my life. You gave me some of the best memories of my life going back to when I was just a baby. From spending time with you at our family reunions to coming to California to visit the whole family for the summer. Our memories are timeless.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
"I don't know" - Is that so hard to say?
Conversations. Why do we engage in them? I talk to myself a lot. Sometimes I talk to my cat or my dolls or the walls. I'm alone a lot. Why do I feel the need to vocalize? Why do I have to write this if I just spent a few hours conversing with the walls? Why am I so "gabby"?
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Peggy
Dear Peggy, I would’ve titled this story “Dear Mama” but I know Peggy annoys you more. From me to you I guess you’ll remember the season of Thanksgiving as one of the main events when I come by your house and eat up all your food, especially banana pudding, but as shocking as it may be, Thanksgiving is also the time when I reflect on how thankful I am to have you as a mother.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Confessions
ECHOES IN MY MIND
ECHOES IN MY MIND My sack is empty Even as a child, while my mother and grandmother encouraged me to write, I often wondered what made my brain work the way it did. There were many people my age who couldn’t put two words together and make them rhyme, and yet, I never had that problem.
By Margaret Brennanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Last Level
Sam and Alex had been best friends since they were kids, growing up in a small town where the only real escape was through a screen. They bonded over their love for video games, spending countless hours huddled together, controllers in hand, saving fictional worlds and leveling up characters that often felt more real than the lives they led outside.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Confessions
Dear Virgil,. Content Warning.
The night ebbs on as sleep wanes. What sordid acts led to such restless ease? A past life? The former Selves. Or past lives? The previous renderings of my animating force. Perhaps generational sins, those passed through DNA. I feel the burden of my lineage. The accountability of restoration. The work of repairing what my ancestors wrought.
By kpabout a year ago in Confessions
