Embarrassment
Surprise Party
The day had finally come! I was fifty. My husband was throwing a “surprise” party for me. It would be a surprise alright. I dressed carefully and did my make up just the way he liked it. I was still a trophy wife at fifty and he loved to show me off. I had to look perfect. I practiced my surprised face and fake smile in the mirror. It was almost time to go out with my best friend, Chloe. Chloe and I had gone to school together since we were 14, we got married at the same time, had kids the same ages and lived in the same neighborhood. We were inseparable as were our husbands and kids. She was taking me for a drink – to get me out of the house before the party. Then we were going to come back and get ready for the vacation I was leaving on tomorrow. A yoga retreat all by myself. Yep, this is fifty. The kids were young adults and John, my husband never took vacations, so off to the fat farm by myself.
By Suzanne Arden 5 years ago in Confessions
HIDDEN MISTAKES
Hidden Mistakes The radio static blasted through the speakers, all around were soaring fields of cornstalk, a creepy scene on a night like this. The overstretched, twist and turns of the road felt like a faraway drive to neverland. I was staying at my boss’s old home with my wife. The house that settled way too close to an enticing cliff that led to ghastly waves chunking off at the rocks below. Enticing only because I would walk to the far edge, hearing the waves crunch below, convincing myself a jump into the ocean wouldn’t be so bad, a chance to get away in hopes of finding the little mermaid.
By antoinette5 years ago in Confessions
Do YOU Hate Yourself?
I need to find the self-loathers on here. The people like me who look back on their lives and shriek internally. Trying to find an angle for the (No) Regrets Challenge was a nightmare. Vocal asked me to go back and examine a lifetime of idiocy, humiliation, and mortifying mistakes. It was a lot harder than I had expected.
By S. Frazer5 years ago in Confessions
Dreams
A day or so ago I posted a short story that was roughly based on a dream that I had a few nights ago. It was a dream where someone I loved was taken from me too soon. The dream was about suicide to put it bluntly. Yeah, that is pretty brutal to think about.
By Terri Allen5 years ago in Confessions
How Is This Even Possible
Wow, I never thought I would see the day that I would be in the hospital, laying on a wee wee pad. Yes, you read this correct. There I was, buttass naked, laying in the hospital with a wee wee pad, (the potty trainers used for tiny dogs) bleeding literally what felt like a gallon of blood. I don’t even know how I managed to make the drive to the ER. I was in agonizing pain and walking like a had a corn cob stuck up my toosh. I could only imagine what they were going to say during conversations over how to handle my accident.
By Angelica Sexton5 years ago in Confessions
Short story review: Light on the Easton from "Hearts and Hands"
Dear Easton, Easton, you are so special to have a person like Marshal who saved you from the embarrassment in front of your friend. How he saved your reputation in front of Ms. Fair Child was remarkable. You and Marshal handled the situation very wisely and understood each other conditions well. I know you lied due to the fear of embarrassment. As Henry wrote in the story, “The younger man roused himself sharply at the sound of her voice, seemed to struggle with a slight embarrassment which he threw off instantly, and then clasped her fingers with his left hand” (Henry, 1970). On the train, the situation was unexpected. Your body became active with Ms. Fair Child sudden presence. When you saw the girl, it was clear that you were shocked and not expecting Ms. fair Child to show up at this critical moment of your life. You offered your left hand for the greeting with a feeling of embarrassment where Marshal came as an angel for you who introduced himself as a criminal and you as a marshal. He saved you from an awkward situation. You lied to the girl continuously. You were successful in making the girl realized that you were not a criminal through your lies. This lie saved you for the timing.
By Nawal Imran5 years ago in Confessions
The Fear of Drowning
It was the summer of 1998 when freedom really started shouting my name. I was fifteen years old and landlocked. My circumstance that particular year was not any different from the years before—I was and always had been a country kid; stranded on a bumpy lane with no access to social life. But that summer, my skin itched to escape. Freshman year was done and over with, and I was restless. But the road to independence still seemed like light-years away.
By Maegan Heil5 years ago in Confessions
Random Thought Waves
Random Thoughts By Rob Smithson Foreword By Robbie Smithie I decided to write down every conversation I had with myself for a month. The conversations were weird and disturbing and often hilarious as well. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did having the conversations with myself. I think the reason I talk to myself so much is that I am a good listener. Well if you find yourself lost in the conversation then join the club.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Confessions
Top 50 Things Not To Say During or Before Having Sex
Whether it's your girlfriend, wife or someone you just met, sex should feel intimate, sexy, natural and raw. But when in the bedroom, it's best to avoid unnecessary commentary, which could ruin the mood or, even worse — insult the other person. It is OK to let out your crazy, sexy side; just try to say less and show action instead of words.
By Paul-Anthony5 years ago in Confessions
Aeroplane Mode
So, it’s me, my dad and my little brother, we’re on a little voyage to see my family in Sydney and we’re at the Brisbane airport, it’s a stormy little peach of a day, I’ll never forget the way the rain tasted on my drugged tongue and the taste of each moisture ridden beer I consumed. now I’ve had a couple oxy tablets packed for the flight right, because I used to be really scared of flying and had massive anxiety with it, I’ve really just always despised the idea of some random bloke being in complete control of whether or not I hit the dirt or blow to smitherins, so I’ve taken the necessary steps as anybody would to eliminate that anxiety.
By Alex Schosta 5 years ago in Confessions
Just Left of Amish: Xurban Farmer Goes to the Bank
Seriously? Gas Station/Bank/Coffee Shop to get a Mortgage “I can’t go banking looking like this,” said Farmer Jane to herself. She was in grubby work-the-fields sweats and black walnut stained long sleeved tee. She hadn’t bothered combing the dreadlock-like mess on her head. No, she couldn’t go banking looking such a hot mess, after all everyone knows, if you want to ask for money you have to look like money.
By Carolyn F. Chryst5 years ago in Confessions
