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Teen Angst Playlist
It is never easy to trust one’s intuition, especially when the best way you can describe it is by saying that “it is exactly like that scene from those romance movies or mangas where there is an intermission with a more illuminated scenery that just makes your heart feel light”.
By Lidya Ataklti 5 years ago in Confessions
Classy Lady
Classiness seems like a very rare character to come by, nowadays. Why is that? Maybe how we have raised our daughters to present themselves plays a great part concerning the road a young lady will travel. I get it, we all fall short, absolutely, but is that an excuse to continue to fall short? Or should we find ways to improve daily? Help me out ladies where did we place our class, and our morals? Where did it go and how can we get it back?
By J.Clark5 years ago in Confessions
This is How Not To Take Things Personally.
“The most difficult thing for a man to do is to be himself in a world that is constantly trying to change him.” This is one of my favorite quotes by Ralph Waldo Emerson. When we first start school, we are told to sit down and shut up. We are told not to run, don't misbehave, we are told to fit in. We are essentially told to not express ourselves in any way shape or form. If you have a little bit more energy than the average person as I did, we are rewarded with detention, or even worse, we are assigned four little letters that will define us for the rest of our academic life, which are: A-D-H-D.
By Raviraj Patil5 years ago in Confessions
Disco Boy
Jim’s Woods Summer 1978 – Dunmark Park, Jerseyville/Alberton Area. Disco Boy. In case you hadn’t caught it in my last tale, I used to be into disco. I was ten years old and the movie 'Saturday Night Fever' had left a big impression on me. Huh? What? I'm not the only one? Phew, good okay, now I don't feel so embarrassed. Anyway, one day my Pop had come through Jerseyville to pick me up, so that we could spend time together. It always felt surreptitious to me, when my Pop would pull into our driveway with his Volkswagon van. I still love the sound of those engines, when you grow up with them, it is a very familiar and heart warming sound. My Pop, Randy, drove nothing but VW beetles or vans since I was little, until he moved to Thunder Bay, then he switched to a Lada, cuz they could handle the winters.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 5 years ago in Confessions
Jay and I Fall in Love Part III
The discussion was had, and it was settled. Goose demanded that she be allowed to live at the new house for a week to separate and pack her things. That week was torturous. I didn’t want to be the reason for a divorce. Other than the kiss we had shared I refused to do anything else until she was gone. Jay assured me that the marriage was headed that way and though I may have been a catalyst, I was not the reason for the split.
By Krysta Kurves5 years ago in Confessions
Won’t it be Grand
My Grandpa was a preacher. He hosted a small service every Sunday in a quaint little building with old wooden church pews that had velvet cushions. Despite the fact that they may have looked inviting with their vintage charm, they’d make your butt fall asleep faster than anything I’d ever sat on. The place always smelled like old paper. Which is fitting, I guess, given the fact that every pew kept at least 10 bibles and a hymn book to go with it. The hymn books were mostly red but not a new red. They were more of a brick red, and they were old and some were tattered. They showed their age the way the building did, but the songs were still the same.
By Ellen Hulburt5 years ago in Confessions
Hanky Panky Hilarity
It’s a random Saturday night. Nothing special. Both kids are down for bed unusually early from their exhausting day of yardwork and play. I flop on the couch and look around wondering just what the hell I’m going to do with all of this free time I have. It’s like eight o’clock on a Saturday night and I can do whatever I want.
By Simply Stacey 5 years ago in Confessions
My High School Poetry
Okay, so funny story actually. I was really terrible at poetry in my freshman year of high school -no surprise there- I cringe every time I find one of my pieces tucked away in a drawer. Unfortunately, I had no impulse control, so during my writing class, poetry was practically all that I turned in. My teacher, lets call her Mrs. S, she didn’t have any exposure to my writing since then.
By Anna Miller5 years ago in Confessions
