Embarrassment
Heart Attack Holiday
It should have been a day we would remember fondly for the rest of our lives. Our first Christmas together as a couple. Surrounded by my family at the lakeside vacation home of my new in-laws, I had never been so excited for a holiday get-together. Nervous as I may have been, my affairs had never been in better order.
By New Cult King3 years ago in Confessions
“I’ve seen you naked”
“you have the most beautiful eyes,” the doctor tells me as he tries to reassure my nerves while also redirecting his exam nurse; they had an uncomfortable understanding. It was my very first time crunching the paper sheets beneath my legs and wishing I could rewind to the age of 7; a time when life was basically gumdrops and lollipops.
By Greer Monroe3 years ago in Confessions
The Joke was on me
Mystery packages thrill me I grew up in a rural area where our mail came to the post office which was about 2 and 1/2 blocks from our home. A few neighbors had actual mail boxes on the side of the road but most of us poor black and white folk used the post office. I loved walking there each day on behalf of my grandmother and peering through the small glass window of box number 64. I would turn the combination dial and the little glass door would open and I would get to take out whatever was inside.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
How Boy Bands Saved My Life
I don’t remember much about my childhood anymore. I think I was happy, mostly. Except even then I sobbed whenever I made a mistake, a foreshadowing of the anxiety disorder I would one day develop, so deeply consuming that it would haunt me in everything I went. Around puberty, I started to crumble. There were many reasons, not the least being simple biology. My parents fought frequently and I needed something to drown them out, to help me escape for a moment. I needed to be able to find peace in the chaos of my house. I needed to find freedom.
By C.M. Vazquez3 years ago in Confessions
A Sort Of Problem. Top Story - November 2022.
Introduction I recently wrote a piece setting myself a task to create a fiction that was entirely positive. I wasn’t sure I could do it, but I did, and the story I am talking about is at the end of this one. So what is my problem?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
The Two-Week Plan
I wonder about how we make friends. Peter Ustinov said that friends are not the ones you pick; they are the ones who simply got there first. Others believe that friendship is deeper than any love affair can be. People often regret losing a friend more than a lover.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Confessions
