Most Discussed Personal Experience Articles

I will be the first to say that I am not materialistic. My friends label me as a goody-goody; my parents say I am conservative and modest when it comes to clothes. I don’t wear bikinis, and none of my skirts or shorts end above my knees. That is... (more »)

Last weekend, I had gone to Mark’s house for a little get-together. While I was sitting down on his sofa next to him and Cody, he asked me, “Hey Thoran, have you ever been to the secret spot?” Before I could even finish saying no, Cody and... (more »)

Millions of girls screaming everywhere you turn, waiting in line to buy a souvenir and the curtains slowly opening to the start of the show. "Abby, Abby!" Right then I snapped out of a day dream only wishing I was actually there, at... (more »)

BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm clock was ringing! I got out of bed and walked over to my desk and turned it off. It was 6:30 in the morning, and I was very tired. It was very dark outside, and I couldn’t see anything! I walked over to the bathroom... (more »)

The definition of ice is no surprise: water frozen in the solid state. There is not a person in the world who doesn’t know it. All my life, even before I came to understand who I am, why I’m here, what my future will bring; all that time,... (more »)

I never really told anyone about my past and why it was so screwed up. But when I was 5 my step mom pushed me to the cold wet floor, then sitting on my small back, whipping me hard while my dad was just standing there with his arms crossed just... (more »)

I’m used to it by now. How couldn’t I be? The looks, the sneers, whispers you’ve thought I couldn’t hear. Well, I could. Of course I know I’m different. I’ve lived with myself my whole life—shocker, isn’t it? I would have to... (more »)

Abuse. Physical, verbal, emotional, mental, sexual, and a lot more. this is my personal story about being Abused physically, mentally, emotionally, and verbally daily for a year and a half. He was someone who was supposed to be my best friend. And... (more »)

It was the November of second grade, and strep throat had been spreading like the plague through my class. Two girls and I were absent toward the end of the outbreak, experiencing scarlet-striped throats and aching bones. We missed an entire week... (more »)

A flower is beautiful, gently swaying in the breeze, her flowers polished, not one leaf out of place. She gracefully sways in tune to the song of summer, the wind, the rain, the sun. A weed grows strong and straight and tall, ignoring the breeze... (more »)