Childhood
"To Planet Earth and Back"
"It's a UFO!" My mother's face would awash with an inaccessibly distant, childlike glow when she made these revelations. She would only be pointing to an airplane or shooting star, but I would never risk losing the mysticism on her face by telling her that. Those moments watching her observe the stars were the most fond to me, the most likely to cause choked tears to slide down my face upon recollection. I can't articulate what that look meant to me without breaking down into a sobbing mess, my computer screen turning into a spaghettio-soup of jumbled letters, like the kind she used to feed me when we were flat broke. Anyone who was lucky enough to see her expression while looking at the stars knows what I'm talking about - the strong woman that's allowed herself to be vulnerable only to the stars. Her ability to (or perhaps her need to) get so excited over unknowable things in the face of her own 'unknown'.
By Emily Jackson5 years ago in Confessions
Tough Love
“She is faking sleep. She does this all the time,” I hear my mother say to my stepdad at the time. Admittedly, I had been reading by the dull glow of my nightlight a few moments before I had heard their creeping. I had thrown the contraband book under my bed behind the strategic clutter and dove under my covers. I willed my breath to be even and steady and tried with all my might not to crack my lids as listened to their tactical approach.
By E. J. Strange5 years ago in Confessions
Mums the word.
The illness of being dead, was persuasion in the end, no different from a derogatory voice, madness did set in, thunder in my life, strikes my mind a smell of old, without a heart, waiting low to strike, that voice a hidden truth, not me just, but a bitter symphony.
By Jennifer orr5 years ago in Confessions
The Stupid Pill
Children are merciless. They are cruel little mosnters with no sympathy for anything and anyone else. Narcopaths, sociopaths, psycopaths, all the "paths" if indeed they are to be even considered human. One incident comes to mind late at night when I can't sleep. Perhaps my first memory of my own manifestation of social anxiety. Or perhaps the very seed it sprouted from.
By Axel Raven5 years ago in Confessions
My Weird Obsession
Certain numbers, lipsticks, food, video games, Netflix, either this or that, we all have our bizarre habits, random hobbies and crazy obsessions. Many would deny it. Some keep it secret out of embarrassment. Some feel comfortable to share it with others. I don’t know what and all I’m obsessed with, but I have one crazy unexplainable obsession right from my childhood till this day. I will share what it is and how I’m dealing with it.
By Anitha Sankaran5 years ago in Confessions
Black and White
COLORS I was born at the beginning of the 60’s. Television was still new to the public. My parents purchased their first T.V. around my fourth birthday. I sat upon my dad’s lap and watched many shows growing up being the only female of eleven children, this gave me an advantage of being a daddy’s child. The movies were all in black and white. W. C. Fields, May West, Batman and Robin, Miss Kitty Show and Laurel and Hardy, were amongst my favorites to watch. In fact, the only time I watched television, was when my dad came home from work or on weekends.
By Poetic Empress- Original5 years ago in Confessions
Cutting it Close
Too much potassium could stop a heart. Too little could stop a heart too, but in a less accurate, more painful way. Back when they used to still kill people with lethal injection, potassium chloride was one of the ingredients in the cocktails that were pushed by intravenous drugs to bring about death. With enough potassium, it’s a fast way to die.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
