Dating
Elements
The unyielding tiny knocks on the roof of the car had persisted long enough that she may as well just given up and let the flood in. Her love was like the rain in that, neither had the chance to stay long (despite that unyielding persistence), before being buried into the ground, and later, sprung from the clouds anew. The engine and lights shut off once the courage to turn the key halfway sunk in, with music kept on as an excuse for the rain and her to listen to. Without it, there was just a concurrent drum-line that would hit along lacking any fluidity or rhythm. Neither knew where the solo orchestra may lead by the end of the night.
By Evan5 years ago in Confessions
Shark Cage
Sitting in a beige chair listening to a lady in her mid 50s talk about the "shark cage" analogy isn't what I expected to be doing on a Sunday morning. My Sundays were once filled with brunches and adventures, not trying to put together the mess that I now call my life.
By Rachael Grant5 years ago in Confessions
Don’t Go Back To Your Ex
Don’t go back to your ex. Especially when they come crawling back to you after the fight. No matter how long it was since you’ve talked last. No matter how much they say they’ve changed, they are always going to be the same person they were when you split.
By Jordan Horter5 years ago in Confessions
The Ten-Year Order
I have flashbacks of her in a black dress, as if she attended her own funeral. Perhaps it’s because she lived in constant scarcity, like she was always one step away from starvation. Short on humor, minimal in nonsense, tight-reined for schedules and speech and spending. Stoic as a Viking and rigid as a brick. Not failure but low aim was crime, and nothing I did was ever good enough for Ma.
By Anna Gruen5 years ago in Confessions
A slice of dark chocolate cake
“If I can recall the last time I felt loved or happy…” “I would say, when I first met him.” I told my psychiatrist therapist. She writes down everything that I’m saying but she never writes what she says. Ms. Ahlmell was her madam name before she got married one year ago.
By Amanda Marshall5 years ago in Confessions
Love Yourz
On my way down, I caught another 3:33 on the phone. I was on my way towards the love of my own life. The number had been trailing me like a puppy seeking shelter in the middle of the night. Just two lost souls showing up in each other's life- fated, searching for a home with other souls. Finding love in new places, getting lost in seemingly familiar faces. I thought you were meant for me - almost fully realized, but most definitely premeditated. I had looked it up before; I still managed to forget what it meant, and what it was supposed to mean for me during times like this. Anxiety was a slow killer- a light blocker. It was 3:33 AM when I popped up, straight out another dream with you still fresh in my eyes. I didn't have to see your face to feel you round me. The energy introduced itself, and somehow quietly, became my favorite. It lingered in the air like the sweat of dancing, jumbled in with hints of weed smoke, and the sweetness of some hard-hitting waffle house pancakes. We were like honey with a side of tobacco. Almost alright. And perhaps, not as bad as we feared.
By A.I. Reads5 years ago in Confessions
You Don't Know Her
Her favorite song is "Into the Mystic" by Van Morrison. She loves the Beatles, U2, Ed Sheeran, Mozart and Bach. Her favorite movie is "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." Her favorite book is "A Memorable Feast" by Ernest Hemingway. Her heroes include Brene Brown, Michelle Obama, Bill Gates and Hemingway. You already know all this, but you still don't know her.
By Marci Brodock5 years ago in Confessions
Forced Adulthood
When I was a child I always wanted to be a grown up. It seemed more fun than being a child; there were so many adventures that my cousins, and older sister were allowed to partake in that I wasn’t. My sisters to me were something of legend anyway since they left the house so early, but I was told of their glory days by my parents as if they still lived with us. They were allowed to go out and stay out until the crack of dawn, and come home with metal in their skin with seemingly no punishment. To me, it was all I ever hoped for in the future. To be able to do anything I wanted without having a consequence immediately follow was all I could dream about as a child.
By Tetrenius5 years ago in Confessions
My Chocolate Barbie
The average American prefers either chocolate or vanilla, I love both. My mom would get so frustrated when I would take forever trying to decide while the line grew longer at our local Tasty Freeze. They’re both silky smooth in texture and each provides a taste that’s orgasmic to the senses. I would lick and suck every drop out of each cone.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Confessions
My world stopped
I am a diabetic and for me, I have to watch what I eat. But this day I was willing to chance it. I mean what would you do if this wonderfully handsome man had lit candles and spend all day in the kitchen trying to make the day a wonderful moment to remember.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Confessions
Gift or Curse
Just as she arrived home from a well deserved mini-vacation, Vee stumbled upon an unmarked package left on her front porch. “What the heck could this be?” She mumbled to herself. She immediately called out to her fiancé to see if he had been expecting anything in the mail. “Jay!” She yelled. “Did you order something?” He came running because her call was mixed with a sound of worry and concern. “ No Sweetie.” He replied. “What does it say?” She replied, “nothing!” “Absolutely nothing!” “Hmm…” Jay was just as worried as Vee at this point. “What should we do Babe?” “I don’t know Jay.”
By Venice Stewart 5 years ago in Confessions
