Humanity
When Your Muse Abandons You
Back in the fall of 2015, I was writing my National Novel Writing Month novel for the 6th year in a row, and as with the previous 5 years, I was confident I would be a winner (I normally end up writing about 80,000 words which is 30k over the 50k goal you need to reach to be declared a winner of NaNoWriMo).
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Confessions
Security
I love my job because I get to help people and get to keep people safe. As a security supervisor I always manage two security officers, and I secure three buildings of over seven hundred employees. I take care of employees with injuries and if there is an emergency. Sometimes my job is stressful but most of the time it is easy, and I get to watch cameras. I do not have too much interaction with the employees because by the time I come to work the employees are getting ready to go home. My hours are from 3 pm to 11pm, so most of my time is sitting watching cameras. I do have to patrol the buildings looking for leaks and emergencies and safety concerns.
By Sara Taylor5 years ago in Confessions
CASPER
Casper! What comes to mind? For me, the first thing that comes to mind is a cartoon character. You probably have heard of Casper the Friendly Ghost. It was a popular children's cartoon from 1945 to 1959. Unsurprisingly, childhood memories seem to stay with you through thick and thin.
By Babs Iverson5 years ago in Confessions
The Sweet Friend!
It was 2007 summer, as far as I recall and I came across magnifying glass. I remember crying for it and getting one. It was when I saw in a cartoon show and also in a story book, to find it intriguing to have one. Initially it was really tough to have to use it properly and under parental supervision but you know, the devil inside doesn’t stop, right?! Pardon, the child inside.
By Govardhan Pinni5 years ago in Confessions
A Story About Body Shame
Nathan got his looks from his father: his skinny body and his excessive body hair. In fact, he was one of the first boys in his year that had facial hair, the bold hairs sprouting in the eighth grade. It was the moment he first had to deal with being called a ‘lanky monkey’. His father felt like a road map for Nathan’s body, with the only current difference being the tops of their heads. Bald on the top with hair wrapped around the side like a desperate wreath, thin enough to let his big ears stick out. Nathan dreaded losing his hair.
By Janon5 years ago in Confessions
Chasing Epiphanies
One thing in life that fills me with true satisfaction is being struck by an epiphany. For me, the feeling of having an epiphany is a most serendipitous moment of mental clarity. For others, epiphanies are bursts of joy, with dopamine or oxytocin rushes. I suppose everyone experiences them differently. When I gain new insight on a particular aspect of life or discover something that speaks to me uniquely, I come to the realization that I'm experiencing an epiphany. And at that moment, it feels that all wrongs have been righted, and a feeling of wholeness ensues. Thereafter, I become instantly devoted to the corresponding cause or passion ignited by that very moment. And sometimes I take it too far; by either throwing myself into the thought-process so profoundly that I lose touch with reality or, even worse, abandoning previous endeavors or responsibilities to compulsively complete whatever instructions laid out, associated with such epiphany. There have been many occasions where I was unable to catch myself and prevent the continuing of this bad habit. It was only recently that I now realize all of the colors and elements that go into the epiphanies I experience. And the biggest realization of all is that I've caught myself trying to chase them.
By Jordan Craft5 years ago in Confessions
The Problem with being Bengal
The trouble with being me is that I've always been super idealistic and hyper-imaginative. I was born with a sense of what is right and what is wrong, and it has landed me in some very confusing moments in my life. Having an imagination from hell didn't help matters either.
By Bengal Chyron5 years ago in Confessions
I’m a Gen-Xer, and I Still Don’t Give a Fuck
I’m a Millennial, and I’m Not Sorry . Which is very millennial to say. Which is very Gen X to say. I guess. Gen Xer’s used to get a lot of crap, particularly by older generations. We were often told we are self-absorbed, lazy, and complained too much. And the fact that we didn’t give a fuck about what the older generations said really pissed them off.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Confessions
The Kabul I Knew
Thomas Wolfe said, “You Can’t Go Home Again”. Most of us are biased toward happy memories, because unhappy ones make us sad, and who wants to be sad? But things change, including you, so any place you remember after an extended absence simply cannot be the same place when you return thereunto. Thus, you can’t go home again. And me, I can’t go to Kabul again. Yes, that Kabul. Afghanistan.
By Timothy James Turnipseed5 years ago in Confessions
Garbage
Loneliness crept into the basement Cas lived in, like a shadow blanketing over him as he stared blankly at the loading screen of a video game. Another night escaped him by playing a competitive shooter while listening to music, attempting to escape his thoughts. An alert on his cell phone caught his attention. Another like on a Facebook photo he posted a bit ago. Noticing the time he sighed.
By Ghosty Writer5 years ago in Confessions
