Childhood
How to move in and survive in a country that you cannot speak her language . Content Warning.
It is an established fact that moving to a foreign country where you cannot speak the language can be both exciting and daunting. The adventure of integrating yourself in a new culture is often tempered by the challenge of going through daily life without understanding the local language. This comprehensive guide aims to provide you with practical strategies and insights to help you to not only survive but thrive in such an environment.
By Mba Ogele Onyekwere22 days ago in Confessions
Deadly Dreams. Content Warning.
John Weston was the wildest son of a gun you could ever meet as far as I was concerned. At age 19, he could out-hunt, fish, wrestle (thumb, arm, or on the mat), and drink any other man in our county. I wouldn't call him impulsive, but he had a short fuse. He did not suffer fools gladly, and it didn't take long for one (or more) to earn a challenge from John to shut up, get out, or fight. As quick as he was to mix it up, though, when the matter was settled to his satisfaction, he'd stop the fight and move on with his life. "No need to humiliate anyone, Billy," he'd say to me. "Just prove your point."
By Mack D. Ames22 days ago in Confessions
My Brief Encounter With My Grandma’s Spirit
After my grandmother’s death, we renovated the room where she spent her last days, sick and in bed. The whole room was repainted, the bed changed, and even the arrangement of the furniture was different, breathing new life into the echoes of my grandma’s presence.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár24 days ago in Confessions
Friday the 13th: I lost you... Saturday the 14th: The whole world lost you
She married him when she was 19. Still as innocent as a cloud and as innocent as any young man around that age. A first-year student at the University of Foreign Languages, she appears to be sharper than any girl she often meets, because of her observation and gaze that seems to penetrate the soul of the other person. She is passionate, worshipful and has a deep belief in astrology, or what many people call it by its beautiful scientific name: Horoscope. So much so that, after just a few contacts, she can guess what zodiac sign that person belongs to and what their personality is. This makes her incredibly confident about herself.
By Ken Daklak24 days ago in Confessions
3 Things I Wish I Had Known 3 Years Ago
That moment when you’ve messed up really bad, and you want to go back in time to fix it. I bet you’ve been there. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), you can’t change the past. You can only learn from it and try not to make the same mistakes again. And that’s how we grow in life.
By Astride Evans25 days ago in Confessions
Why You Can’t Enjoy Life
Recognizing the Signs I've been stuck in a rut. Writing, once a source of motivation, now feels purposeless. I began questioning everything: What am I doing it for? This complacency led to distractions and daily obligations without fulfillment. A few weeks later, I realized the dark season was upon me again.
By Sarah Daniel26 days ago in Confessions
Jealousy and Love
The sun had just set over the bustling city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. Amidst the chaos, two people, Alex and Maya, sat on a bench, their hands intertwined as they gazed out at the world around them. They had been together for three years, and their love had only grown stronger with each passing day.
By Mav Erick28 days ago in Confessions
*Normal* Girl, what do you say?
From an early age, I always had such a creative imagination. I could get lost in all of the stories in my head and create different narratives. I spent a lot of my time alone and on my family desktop computer. I wasn't necessarily a loser, but I definitely was NOT cool. I had a broken family from a very early age- at a time where it wasn't so common. I had friends, but I never felt like I fit in with the kids at school (still don't). My mom was a hard working single mother raising 2 girls. We had several live in babysitters from different countries whom I spent a lot of time with because I was still so young. Sylvia was one that stuck around for awhile and essentially helped raise me. She was my best friend growing up. We would cook together, play games and most importantly watch American Idol together. She taught me so much and was always there for me when I needed her. We had so much fun together being silly, and playing in nature- 2 things that still give me joy.
By Carly Catalano28 days ago in Confessions
Gone girl to Goth girl. Content Warning.
The year was 2002, less than a year prior, my entire world was flipped upside down at the age of six years old. My parents were separating and I was moving to a new town with which will soon become my hometown- Wantagh, NY. I started the first grade in a new house, a new town and ultimately a new life with my mother and my sister. I will never forget the moment that i put my copy of "Let go" by Avril Lavigne into my walkman. The opening song Losing Grip plays and in that moment at merely seven years old, I felt a true connection to music. Within an hour of listening to this debut album, i was transcended. At a time where every other girl idolized pop stars like Britney Spears, I started to paint my nails black and wear all black clothes and high top converse. The song "Complicated" became the theme to my life. It was my go to karaoke song as a young girl. It's like i knew something beyond my years and it was my first outlet to express myself. Almost 22 years later, it still very much resonates in an all but similar way.
By Carly Catalano29 days ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema30 days ago in Confessions