Humanity
Leah's Turning Point
I looked out my window, the sun was glistening off the snow; as I was waiting patiently for mom to assist me out of bed. I have Cerebral Palsy, I feel bad sometimes because I can’t do basic things such as dress, bathe or groom myself and someone, mom has to do it all for me,
By Charalynn Neill5 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
The Moon
Everything is grey at night. Sometimes, if you're lucky, a gleam of blue will paint the world with its colour, making the scene less morbid. I always found this particular pigmentation depressing. I seem to associate it with loneliness. Such a cold and harsh feeling. Despite that, I never fail to find beauty in said loneliness. It resides in small blips of light. In my years of wondering, I have discovered man refers to them as stars. Stars: such a peculiar concept. Burning hot, quadrillions of miles away, most of them being already dead by the time humanity becomes aware of their existence, others struggling to uphold a righteous position in the cosmos, only to be perished a few million years later. Yet man romanticizes them. He places wishes upon them. It's as if he is charmed by their tragedy. Most extraordinary. And that is exactly, where I think their beauty stems from. Belief. One could easily equate belief with magic. Both are as easily described as they are understood. There is such beauty in belief. In magic. Who would have thought, that such little blips in the night sky could bring so much happiness to a lonely soul like mine...imagine my surprise when I saw it. It looked like a star, only it wasn't a blip. It was majestic, big, astounding. So beautiful. Magic was radiating from it, you could feel it oozing with strange energy...some people call it I think...love? It must have been love. It didn't lift my heart immediately however. After our first meeting, it took a long time for the moon (yes, that's what they call it) to make my cold, broken heart beat again. I wasn't alone anymore. Such wonderous feeling the sense of belongingness...so rare. I loved the moon, and the moon loved me. We were so happy. But I grew scared. What if the moon leaves? What if the moon discovers that I am not good enough? What will happen then to my nights...will they return to the lifeless grey? Or to that awful blue? I was being unfair...the moon loved me with all of its being. I felt as if all of its mysterious energy was only focused on me, and me alone. I was draining it, and I didn't realize. I was enjoying the love too much to notice. I became greedy. I demanded its rays to shine only on me, not only now and in the future, but in the past as well. The moon cried over that many a night...until one evening like all the others, the moon didn't show. I looked everywhere for it, I asked every living being in the universe, yet no one was to tell me where it went. They had observed the injustice. The moon had left me. It wanted to be happy...it would be happier without me. It was as if the blips of happiness called stars even spelled it out for me in the night sky...It will be happier without you...the pain was unfathomable. I started running on mortal land. I hoped the wind across my face would crush my skull, but it was nothing but a mere breeze. I hoped my legs would bleed and rip on the rocks and the grass, yet it felt like a gentle touch. Nothing could distract me from the pain in my soul. I must have been running for years, when suddenly I felt the ground underneath my legs vanish; I hadn't realized in my grief that I had gone over a well, and I was now sinking into its depths. Almost wishing the blow of my body hitting the bottom of the well would bring me the sweet release I was dreaming of, I raised my eyes into the sky, and suddenly I felt my heart stop. The moon was showering everything with its rays again. It was standing tall in the middle of the sky, and all the stars were eager to talk to it. They were laughing...it was laughing. So it is true, I thought to myself. The moon is happier without me. That brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. There was nothing more beautiful than to see it happy. Such beauty. I knew that one day perhaps another being would touch the moon, and maybe they won't drain it. Maybe they would supply it with the energy it needs to become truly magnificent. I heard my body hitting the bottom of the well, and I knew I wouldn't be around to see that day. It didn't matter. Cause for the last time, I was looking at my moon, and I was happy.
By Mary Spanou5 years ago in Confessions
"What I miscalculated during the early months of covid-19"
W“What I misscalculated during the early covid-19 month” The world health organization (WHO) declared Corona virus pandemic on march 11th, and I was released from the prison on March 15th. Actually, I was released on 14th and got home on 15th.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Confessions
Could It Have Been Because of Me...?
Hello. I know that I've been in something of a humorous, lite-hearted mood lately ("The Bachelor"/"The One;" false accounts of "Dream" sequences where my old crushes [under different names] all vied for MY attention for a change??? "Hanna, the Barberian;" really???) Not today. Today is a serious reflection on a serious subject.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Wine gave me Courage
It was a typical Friday, at least for me. I had made it through another week at work, and everyone was excited about the weekend. All week long everyone was anxious for the week to pass by so they could go out on Friday night. Not me, for me it was just another weekend with me sitting at home.
By Flossie Gierke5 years ago in Confessions
Fodder For Fantasy
This title came to me as I was in the grocery store, following my NetworkSpinal Analysis appointment. I liked the way it sounded, and registered it as a potential story topic (I think). However, I looked up the definition for "fodder", and it basically comes down to this: material that is disposable as a means to an end for a larger system (beast, if you will).
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man5 years ago in Confessions
How I figured out I'm not straight
I kinda always knew that I'm not straight. In kindergarten, I, of course, thought boys were gross, but, as we all know there's always one guy that tries to get you to be his kindergarten sweetheart, and of course I declined because of, well, cooties... Right? that's what I used as an excuse for a few years but, eventually, I kinda realized that I don't seem to get crushes even though all the girls always talk about the jock of the class, so I said that I liked him so no one would question me anymore and as I didn't actually like him I didn’t care if he knew since he was already dating my best friend and I was NOT in the market for a boyfriend so I let it go and said I moved on. The next year he no longer attended my school so when there were all but two guys in my age group I had to find one to say I liked so I wouldn't be teased, so I picked the kid who liked me and he was fine knowing that I liked him and seemed pretty ok that I wasn't looking to be in a middle school relationship... and then he moved away and there was only one eligible guy for all of us girls to crush on and since he was always super gross and sweaty no one was interested so I didn't declare that I liked anyone. moving on to the start of the COVID-19 lockdown I started to wonder why I didn’t really feel anything for most guys except one and he was interested in me... I made it very clear that I wasn’t looking to have a boyfriend and since this person has known me for years he questioned if I thought I was gay, so I started researching to see if I felt like one of them fit me, and now after almost a year of trying out new labels I have been comfortable with Lesbian and feel that it suits me for the time being, but of course that can always change!
By Sastina Brandt5 years ago in Confessions
I am Not Your Ally
In the world of social justice, it appears that everyone is looking for an ally. Or at least they are looking to use the word ally as many times as they possibly can in a sentence. And those who want to be allies love being called allies. It seems to be a kind of badge of honour. They see it as a sign that they are on the right side of history and in the corner of the good guys. So, they crave that title of ally.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Confessions
