Bad habits
"Finding Balance"
"Finding Balance", is just like this photo you see above. Mostly for me, its like I'm handling life circumstances as they come and go. And they do come and go whether fast or slow. Kind of like how the wind of life that tries to knock you off your balance. Yet, here I am. Staying strong and in my most urban way of saying it "Thuggin It Out". Life has taught me a lot about standing on my own two feet; just being the real, honest, authentic, version of a Christian I can be.
By CJ4 years ago in Confessions
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Angela finishes off her fifth bottle of Budweiser before nine. She moves to tie her laces, as their cat, Humphry brushes up against her arm. The rays from the early sun shine through into the living room. It was the first enjoyable day they had had in a while since the weather is temperamental in Seymour, Indiana, and Angela was eager to go out for a walk. Her roommate, Jessica, hates it when she goes out for walks on her own, especially while drunk as they don’t exactly live in the best area and plus, she has gotten into some trouble before while on a drunk walk alone. However, Jessica is still sound asleep, and Angela doesn’t want to wake her. She herself isn’t really that worried but she also is buzzed so she grabs the pepper spray just in case and leaves a note for Jessica. Grabbing her headphones, she heads out the door into the warm May air. Thankfully, there is a park about a twenty-minute walk away. Angela walks the distance to the park, making sure to be aware of her surroundings, but she is buzzed so everything is a blur. Once at the park, she begins her stroll on the park’s path.
By Kiara Wallace4 years ago in Confessions
A Serial Killer’s Redemption
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley.” Those were Malachi Grey’s last words as he lay strapped down to a cold operating table. Cold can be used to describe him too. Cold blooded. Cruel. Calculated. Calloused. And a convicted serial killer with 13 murder charges.
By Joe Gorman 4 years ago in Confessions
Chère Ana, S'il Vous Plaît Léger Comme Une Plume
Translation: Dear Ana, Please, light as a feather. . . . Just one more bite. The metal prongs placed a large chunk of dark greasy steak between my lips. The fork scraped against my teeth as I devoured the meat. My tongue electrified with pleasure after every oozing bite of flavor. Just one more bite. The white fluff of thick mashed potatoes slid down the back of my throat. Instinctively knowing the exact destination to quench my torturous hunger. Just one more bite. Just. One. More. Bite. The sound of food slapped on my plate like slop rippled through my ears. To me, this sound, it was beautiful. Like the soloist of a chorus. Or the final act of a miraculous play. I danced with it. I danced with this sound as if it was a part of me. It was something you could almost taste. Even smell. I lived in happiness, I breathed contentment, and I cried desperation with this sound until it not only became a part of me, but was me.
By Candy Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Reliving Past Horror's
The year was 2012 anxiety already a little bit high because of the whole Myan calandar debacle. Free time was something I had alot of, always researching controversal topics. Life at that time was everything I ever dreamed of. I was living with my pregnant girlfriend in a very dangerous part of town, but none of that mattered to either of us. We wanted the freedom of not having parent's lurking down your back especially when you're trying to get intimate with your equally frisky spouse. I spent alot of the night hours down in my basement, tinkering around disembling old microwave's so I could play with their magnetron's. What's a magnetron you ask we'll get to that later. Experimenting with various application's I quickly devoloped a love for all things science, granted I was a full time pot head at the time. My nineteen year old pregnant girlfriend didn't share the same joy I did when it came to magnetic's or perpetual energy. I never tried to push it on her but I suppose all those long hours in the labortory she got bored and eventually she moved back home with her mother. Can't blame her every night there was gunfire of some sort outside our apartment, let alone the prostitution that took place in the early morning hours. All of a sudden the ideas that once flowed through my head stopped. I was all alone with no one to talk to, no one to share my thought's with. So being a twenty one year old, bored with nothing to do I went to the bar.
By Mike P4 years ago in Confessions
I adore you.
My mother just turned 39 in November of 2021. I am currently 18 years old and have just moved out of my home with my parents. I’m a new college kid who lives with her sister and maintains two jobs to help pay rent here. All of it makes me miss my mom so much. I miss being little and having her at my care 24/7. I remember growing up I was so ready to move out, but as the time was approaching I was so scared. Scared but also upset; I would spend times crying in my now old room thinking about my childhood with my parents, especially my mother. My family was never a strong family, meaning my mom, father, sister and I. My mother was the strongest out of all of us.
By DailyDoseofMekenzie4 years ago in Confessions
7 Years
This day 7 years ago was the last time I had anything in my system. I was lucky to go 7 hours for almost 20 years. For some reason, I always tend to get depressed around dates of celebration. I should be grateful for what I do have rather than what I do not.
By Robert Spencer4 years ago in Confessions
10 Bad Habits You Should Break
Let’s get this party going. 1. The Appropriate Situation Are you on the lookout for a sign from the universe? Do you need a motivator to get your life moving in the right direction? Too many people put off pursuing their dreams, hoping that the right time will come when everything will fall perfectly into place.
By Florin4 years ago in Confessions
A Short Story On... Being Afraid of the Dark
No one is immune to fear. Fear is an innate part of the human condition; an evolutionary gift meant to ensure our survival. Even the strongest person you know possesses a fear that shakes them to their core. For some, this fear manifests itself when peering over a ledge. For others, we might find it while flying, speaking publicly, or a spider crawling up your living room wall. These fears can often be irrational, but we can also ground them in real-world experiences.
By Nathan Box4 years ago in Confessions
