Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Confessions.
A Letter to a Friend
Dear Friend: Look, we need to talk. I took in what happened the other day, when you looked in the mirror and said you hated yourself. Maybe you were only talking about the way you looked, I don’t know, but it sure felt a lot deeper than that when I heard it, the way I heard it. You really have to be careful with your words; they have power and energy and a vibrational resonance that you react to whether you realize that or not. It’s proven science, you know, so even when you say things like you’re joking, you know the words can still do damage.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Where am I from?
If you know me, I am a very social butterfly. Ask me a question, and you'll learn a lot about me. But this is a question where inside I feel that I am rolling my eyes as I take a breath to try to get this question answered. For some people, this question is a simply one word reply. But for me, there's an explanation required after the answer.
By Misty Paul5 years ago in Confessions
Life
It was a dark and stormy night, on the road there was a car with the headlight on making sure that no accident would behold on them. Seeing this shiny silken pavement started to remind him of his desire to be with his soulmate that was miles across an ocean that he knew he had to go to her. On this same night he packed his suitcase and headed down a pathway he may never return from with his desires he wanted to show his girl, getting closer and closer to the airport, thinking to himself thank the heaven I will reach my beloved soon to caress her face and hold her tight and never let go of her.
By Jo-Ann Therrien5 years ago in Confessions
Zippo
My dad was a pipe smoker. Do not know if people smoke pipes anymore. Googled it and there seem many options. I must not travel in the right circles if I even have a circle. Not a very healthy habit and dad would invariably fall asleep, pipe lit, and a smoldering bit of tobacco would fall on his shirt, much to my mother’s chagrin. Many shirts found their way to the rag pile as a result. My dad used Zippo lighters to keep his pipe lit. Most of my father’s life was spent in Rochester, NY on what I fondly refer to as the wrong side of Lake Ontario. This is a view shared by many of my fellow Upstate brethren living in Watertown, or Syracuse. In the winter, and most of the rest of the time, the wind howls from the northwest, from Canada, across the lake, bringing the most unpleasant and uncertain weather. One element is certain. It is always windy. Specific to the Zippo, its claim to fame is its windscreen that helps it stay lit. The Zippo is an engineering marvel, American ingenuity at its best. My dad had at least four that I can remember.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Confessions
Hi, my name is Elizabeth and I'm a functional drug addict and workaholic
I've always been a person with a plan, a goal, something to strive for. I like knowing where I'm going and why. I like being in control. My favorite days are the ones where I can account for every moment of the day and articulate how it helps me accomplish my plan or goal.
By Elizabeth Grant5 years ago in Confessions
Winters Like Summer- Final
Continued from previous episode..... “Please, Come in.” Said the principal. “Good Morning Madam Principal. You requested me here.” I said while entering the room, that’s when I saw two police men standing beside her. I froze. “Don’t Panic, take a seat please” she said. I took a nervous look at the two standing police men, and sat down at the chair placed in front of her. “Thomas, I hope you did know Tanya Gonzalez. Did you? If who was she?” asked one of the policemen “I did, she’s my best friend.”, “Then I believe this is for you. You are to read it loudly. I hope you understand.” He said handing me a green envelope. I saw “To: Thomas Richard Clossel” in the most beautiful handwriting ever, it didn’t take time for me to understand it was Tanya’s. I tore open the letter swiftly and was reading the first few words alone when the Other police man interrupted “Child, please you are ordered to read it loudly” “Umm, ok sir”. And started reading as if I was in Primary Grades,
By Cordellia Novis5 years ago in Confessions
A little bit about bugs.
I can only swallow so many fruit flies at one sitting. If you leave your soda pop open in summer your just setting your self up. So many drinks I've chucked from them being inundated with bugs that decided to have a sip and ended up drowning.
By Susan Kulkowitz5 years ago in Confessions
The Fear of Losing Someone After You Lost Someone
I have a confession, my biggest fear is the loss of a loved one since I have already experienced losing a loved one. I went a long time not knowing how that felt, if we had a loss in the family, I never endured the pain of it because I was either too young or I didn't know anyone close to me that had passed away. This article ties into the one I wrote about losing my grandma and uncle, "The Inevitable Countdown". I experienced the utter pain of true heartache and despair when I lost my grandma, not that I didn't love my uncle, but I was closer to my grandma than I was my uncle. But after those unexpected losses, I have feared the thought of not knowing who would be next or when. I have much regret that I didn't spend enough time, in my opinion, with her in the last few years, I would see her at family functions, but that was it. She passed away in the middle of the COVID pandemic and was unable to visit her in the hospital; the last time I had seen her, was when she was rushed to a clinic in Southgate CA because she was experiencing stomach pain. The doctors didn't seem knowledgeable or maybe I was in denial, but they had later detected that she had stomach cancer and didn't have much time. Now thinking about it, I do believe I was in denial of the whole thing, not wanting to imagine losing the person I love the most, but it was also something I couldn't control, and that is scary. I do miss her a lot, think about her all the time, and wish I could've done something to help her.
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 5 years ago in Confessions
