Friendship
2 Friends and One Blind Mice
The night was off to a fun start but ended in a blur. I remember everything like it was just yesterday. It had all begun when I moved from Philadelphia, PA to Gainesville, FL at the age of 13. As a teen, I thought I’d be an outcast and socially deprived being far away from home but surprisingly I ended up snagging a few good friends. Not only that, I started to carry out the country bumpkin accent so I was fitting right in.
By 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲.4 years ago in Confessions
Two Apples🍎🍎High
It was the weekend; the primetime to blow off some steam. Me and my friends (including my cousin/closest friend) were dressed to the nines and ready for any adventures that may come our way. We hopped in the car and meandered our way to the local nightclub on base.
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Confessions
Dragons and Wolves
I remember the time that she came to my house. We were in grade 12, and she was telling me all about the project she was doing for a subject she was taking called Student-Directed Inquiry. Students would have an entire year to undertake research on a topic of their own choice in this class. The only condition was that the final product had to cover at least three different areas of the Australian Curriculum. To say that she was excited was an understatement! While we were sitting in the lounge room with my 13-year-old sister, India, she talked with great enthusiasm about dragons.
By M J Graham4 years ago in Confessions
That Day at the Dehradun train station
When I was 14 years old I was living with my family in Dehradun, India. Each summer I would go to my grandparents’ house in Lucknow, which was more than 550 km away. My good friend Rajeev lived there as well. He was a neighbour’s son in my grandfather’s housing colony.
By Anshuman Kumar4 years ago in Confessions
No.
I was always told I was such a “yes” girl. I was wild, I was free. I did things for me, or so I thought. What I didn’t realize was that while I told everyone else “yes,” I wasn’t appreciating or listening to myself. The pull between self and society is straining. If you don’t know how to balance yourself, it’ll pull you apart.
By Brittany Jean4 years ago in Confessions
Scene 16
Dear Av, I have noticed you've been oh so silent. Your Instagram going white, nowhere to be seen, no calls, no texts, and I have sent many letters that went unnoticed by you. If you wish to end such a long friendship like this, so be it. However, your silence will not be the last word, for I have much to say..
By Ali Ryerse5 years ago in Confessions
The Aftermath of Friendship Breakups
I can't quite describe what happened in detail. Right after we decided that we were done, I erased everything that remotely related to our friendships. I blocked their numbers and social media accounts. I deleted our chat history. I threw out the journal that was my emotional support after our fights (it's actually not a fight since it was them attacking me verbally and I just sat there taking it in passively). Every evidence that showed how close we used to be was discarded: photos, videos, gifts. The first time was painful and long. The second got shorter but not in the least, any less torturous. How could it be gut-wrenching when you ended a relationship you thought would be long-lasting?
By Chau Trieu5 years ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001 I was flying over the East coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 years ago in Confessions
