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My experience on Wheel of Fortune. Top Story - March 2021.
My fascination with words began, presumably, as soon as I left my mother’s womb. I believe I may have been peering beyond my blankets to read the brand name of the scissors cutting my umbilical cord.
By John Bennardo5 years ago in Confessions
Coddiwomple
When I was nineteen, I decided to move to England. I had been there the previous year for my high school senior trip and met Colin Smith, a British name if ever I heard one, on the last night before my return home. Colin and I corresponded for the year in between, while I attended Michigan State University as a freshman. This was before cell phones and email, so we wrote letters and postcards. I naïvely thought I knew him.
By Cheryl Slack5 years ago in Confessions
To the Ying to My Yang
Have you ever wanted to go back and have those tough discussions with people who are no longer present? I don't mean in life or death; I'm talking about those no longer in our lives (physical, mental, or just plain cut out). They say with time comes healing and forgiveness, but with our time, it still sits heavy on my heart. To stand from the outside looking in, nothing looked broken. But for the two people who lived it, we have gone through hell and back, slowly chasing our beautiful bond.
By Jackie Fazekas5 years ago in Confessions
The Disgusting Sex Life of My Teen Crush
It has been 20 years since that incident and I still shudder thinking about it. Back then I was a vivacious teenage girl, full of beans and packed with dreams. And like every other girl of my age, I also dreamed of a knight in shining armor, a charming prince who would sweep me off my feet, giving me a life of my dreams.
By Peeping_Soul5 years ago in Confessions
As Long As You Love 90's Pop...
For as long as I've longed to write fiction or as long as I've been an animation nerd (essentially, "my whole life,") I've also loved music (particularly vocalizing along).
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Closet Writer
I have a confession. I am a closet writer. I’m an aspiring author. I’ve written two first completed first drafts, currently on my fourth draft of one of my six novels. I write poems. I write blogs that I hesitate to put my name on and I journal.
By A.N.Tipton5 years ago in Confessions
My Summer Camp YA-Romance Moment
Almost all of my embarrassing moments related to romance happen because of texting/Facebook messenger. Maybe our parents really did have it better because at least they never accidentally exposed to their crush that they have a crush on them.
By Robin Owens5 years ago in Confessions
Graduation Day Blues
I remember standing in a stuffy little textile shop, thinking angrily to myself, I hate this ugly fabric. It does nothing at all for me.
By Sara Zaidi5 years ago in Confessions
Avocad-No: A Story of Sushi, Shame, and a Saintly Taxi Driver
Did you know that you can develop food intolerances over time? I learned this fun fact in the most mortifying way when I was in my early twenties.
By Corrie Alexander5 years ago in Confessions
Sixth Floor Shame
He had beautiful hands, and goddamn it all to hell, beautiful hands always get me. They're nice when they're pointing, they're nice when they're twirling a pen, they're nice for a whole lot of things.
By Chelsea Delaney5 years ago in Confessions
Inappropriately Happy
We have all had moments when we have said or done something that we look back on later and hang our heads in shame or embarrassment. Like the time in grade 8 when we were doing gymnastics in phys ed and I-- a skinny, not-too-coordinated kid-- was waiting in line with the other kids for my turn to run up to the box horse and use a springboard to bounce over it. For some reason that eludes me, I decided that I would really go for it, putting all my effort into it and vaulting through the air like Spider-Man.
By Craig Williams5 years ago in Confessions
First Day Jitters . Top Story - September 2022.
The cool air of the moon still lingered through the morning as my eyes opened to the light. I pulled the covers over my face in hopes of returning to the hours of least expectation, recreating the darkness to hide from the affliction of my responsibilities. To no avail, the alarm rang into my ears and shook me out of bed. I dragged my body to the edge of the mattress, ripping the blankets from my sheltered skin, to embrace the sting of the unforgiving breeze. The crisp cold greeted the tip of my nose as it leaked in through the cracked window. It was the only way I could ease my bones into sleeping, but it always became somewhat of a rude awakening. I stumbled over, collecting what was left of the joint from the night before, and pushed the window closed.
By TheLateBloom 5 years ago in Confessions