A page in the diary of a sinner

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…slowly transitioning into old age, dad has learnt how to use the internet, basically to get acquainted to local news and hotly debated political issues. However, for some days, I had been noticing that he was busy reading some kind of story or blog in English. While I jokingly teased him from time to time for returning back to those old college days, reading English like a child (since most of his life was devoted to speaking French at work), I never took the time to actually listen to what he was reading aloud. Then that fatal day occurred when I figured out that what he was actually reading was an absolutely detailed sexual performance between the characters…

By Anonymous

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Dealer

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…that now serve a purpose but once were shoved into the far recesses of my mind. Kept rather than discarded so that at one point, retrieval would be tricky, yet still possible. I now understand that many of my memories are just that. My memories. Other people that were present remember the happenings of a given day, yet they remember the experience first hand. They remember it from their point of view. They will remember what they saw, what they heard, what and how they felt and sometimes even what they tasted and smelled. Our memory holds onto everything, sometimes…

By Kelli J Gavin

Twitter: KelliJGavin

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My Baby Boy

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My baby boy, I can't even watch him grow. I bet he's as tall as me now.
Instilled in my mind, that's broke all the time. But when I close my eyes I see his smile.
 
"Daddy Lets Go!" Squirt guns! Backyard! It's going down! Clothes Drenched! Oh my.
Monsters Inc. Falling asleep on me. I won't even move, I'm just gonna breathe.
 
My 3 song set list, my guitar gently weeps as you say "Daddy Play" an I strum till you sleep.
Do you kiss him for me? Do you tell him his Daddy loves him?
 
One day he'll know this Mountain I'm climbing, the battle I'm fighting! He's why I'm striving.
I'll see you soon Emmy cause I won my war! I'm beat an torn but for all the more!
 
I'll throw you up in the air again even when your ten!
 
Cause I love an miss you so much!
Until I see you again!

By Vegas Gialketsis
 
Website: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/vegas-gialketsis
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/michael.gialketsis.9

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The Tuner

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The car is finally looking the way she is meant to.
Sexy stock spoiler,
Chrome tipped exhaust pipe,
Tinted windows,
Black rims,
All on a rustless white body resting over four new tires.
Over the upcoming months her engine is going to be tuned to tear the track apart.
The chumps at the track won’t know what hit them when this sleeper wakes up.
Soon her new paintjob will have her sparkling brighter than ever.
The chase is for people who love their car and know what it’s capable of.

 

By Jay Cook

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Recovering Mind

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Last night I spent an hour and a half obsessively trying to put a bracelet on my wrist. The one my aunt gave me. It was angering me that I couldn’t get it on. The difficulty of the task was frustrating, but I never quit. I continued instead of doing the normal thing and stopping, trying again in the morning, or asking my girlfriend for help. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t fall asleep without putting it on. When I finally managed the tension went away and I relaxed, but the guilt of my insanity plagued me until I fell asleep. It’s always in the back of my mind that I behave this way over random things. I use to think I’d grow out of it.

 

By Dan Boone

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My Ambition Up and Left Me

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My ambition up and left me, and now I’m really in a sweat.
The computer’s on, coffee’s hot, a CD’s playing, I’m all set
to write a story, poem or book until I start to write and then
my wandering mind goes quickly off to hither and then yon. When,
I wonder, will it come back to compose some poetry or prose?
Unfazed by caffeine and dark chocolate, my ennui just grows and grows,
transforming all my good intentions to pavement on that Hell-bound road.
I should be frustrated; I should be angry. I should pen an ode,
or rambling essay, or some fiction, or fictional non-fiction
praising my valiant deeds, stunning looks, and perfect diction.
Instead, I check my e-mail, look at Facebook and play solitaire
when I should be scribbling novels or love poems to a damsel fair.
But me? I keep on staring at the computer’s large, empty screen,
confident at this pace I’ll have a paragraph by Halloween.

 

By Tom Harris

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Out of Place

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Everything I use to know has disappeared. I am living with a woman who I use to know so well, who raised me and molded me, but now that woman wants me to change. That woman has become a stranger. She now lives her life in a way she told me not. She was always there to listen, but nowadays I need an appointment just to say hi. I don’t belong in her life. I will never belong. I am tired of fighting and crying for a woman who use to be my role model. Every day she pushes me more and more. One day she is going to push me over the ledge. Before that happens I am going to give up and move on with my life. I don’t fit in the life she wants to live. I am an out of place puzzle piece to her new masterpiece of a life.

 

By Maddy Cakes

Website: https://www.etsy.com/shop/WoodWorksJewelry?ref=profile_shopicon

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