Humanity
Santa And The Shark
It was the last weekend of November of 2016, we decided to go on a fishing trip. So the three or us, my wife, my cousin and I started getting ready for the trip. We packed warm clothing and snacks but we decided to pack our gear in the morning. My wife was so excited for the trip because she loves to be at the water, it's so relaxing to her. All I was doing was thinking about catching the big one like any other fisherman would do. Finally we laid down to sleep but she couldn't sleep, so like a baby I took her for a ride until she got sleepy. When got back home she went straight to sleep and so did I. Morning came and we all went to the family house to eat breakfast with some family members. After we ate, it was time for us to get our gear together and leave. It wasn't long until we was ready to go. My cousin said to me if you drive there that he would drive back. I said okay and we began to leave and one of our aunts said hold on. She bent over and grabbed one of her shoes and threw it and hit the car for good luck. I drove off and headed to the water. All the while we were laughing and telling stories as usual, and all of them very funny. It was a round 1:30 in the afternoon when we got there and my wife was ready and so was I. When we finally got to the water it was real nice, not to many people. We started fishing but wasn't catching anything, it was aright because I was with my wife and my favorite cousin, known to people as the fisherman. After about three hours I caught the first fish and it was a keeper. My cousin said, oh wow I hope that the fish will start biting and before he could enjoy looking at my fish he got a bite and caught his first fish. Then everyone that was there started catching fish and we all was excited. The fish stopped biting after about two hours, I looked up and I saw Santa walking towards us. He stopped and asked was the fish biting and my cousin said that they just stopped because they knew that you was coming. He laughed and said he came to bring the big ones in. I said to him I hope that you are right. So he went back to gather his things and then I notice that he was driving a bright red truck with some sort of light on the top of it. In my mind I'm thinking that he could be right. Before he could get back to the water I caught another fish and it was the biggest so far. It was a huge fish but it was bigger than the rest and my cousin said I believe that Santa might be on to something. Then he caught a fish and his was bigger than the one that I had just caught. Then Santa came back and started fishing, he began to catch fish and laughing the whole time. Him laughing like that made everybody else laugh. All of a sudden Santa rod starts to bend and we all stopped to watch him land that big fish that was on his line. Santa fault and fault and he fault some more. He was getting tired, he has been fighting that monster almost an hour. Finally the fish began to get weak and Santa had the upper hand. We all couldn't wait so see what was on the other end, soon we knew what it was. It was a huge sand shark, Santa said some words that wasn't nice and then he said the he was going to teach that shark a lesson for biting his hook. I had no idea what he meant, but I was thinking that he was going to take the shark home with him to eat. My cousin asked Santa, what are you going to do with that shark once you finally get him on shore. Santa looked us in the eyes and said, I'm not bringing that shark to the shore, I'm going out where he is and kiss him butt. We all laughed because we thought that he was joking. Once he got that shark close enough he told the guy next to him to hold his rod for a moment. The guy said alright, I knew that your arms was getting tired. Santa passed him the rod, I called my cousin and wife because I knew right then that we was getting ready to see a show. By that time Santa jumped over the railing right next to the shark. I couldn't believe what I just saw so then I yelled to Santa, the shark got his Christmas gift early. He got that shark by the tail and pulled it even closer to the shore. Then we realized how big that shark really was. The shark was bigger than Santa, but that didn't stop Santa from doing what he said he was going to do. He said to us I told ya'll that I was going to teach this shark a lesson. What he did next could not have been written by a movie producer. He lifted the shark tail out of the water and then he bite that shark right on the tail. The shark leaped out of the water and landed back in and he disappeared back into the deep. Santa got out of the water and came back on the pier with us and said I told you so.
By Arthur Golden5 years ago in Confessions
Dear Master
Dear Master, I would like to thank you again most sincerely for the opportunity to travel outside of our small community. To see the world is a sure way of expanding the senses and increasing one’s knowledge of self and our fellow man. As well, it was gracious of our most famous visitor, Ms. J___, to allow me a place in her home. I have included a photograph of her rather large residence in a section of this country named after angels. Do not think that I am still in this country because of such ostentation. Far from it. It seems to me that everyone here is concerned with how fast they can move and make money, although there is also the other problem of their consumption which seems to be the more pressing issue. It is a land where eating has become one of their non-official sports. Dear Master, there is so much that can be done here and needs to be done right away for their souls. They need our help.
By Kendall Defoe 5 years ago in Confessions
INSIDE THE BROWN PAPER BAG
No one knows when the brown paper bag arrived. All we know is that it arrived. It wasn’t friendly either. As a matter of fact, that it is an understatement. The brown paper bag contents were said to be despicable. It was the opposite of what the world was intended to reveal.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Confessions
I AM GEORGE FLOYD
I am a man wanting to live, I am person with children looking for me to give them life, I am one of billions that are trying to survive and live even in these times of uncertainty, All I strive for is to achieve a much better life, But I have to live with the fear that I may die one night while I drive, I can't stand to see the tears in my mother's eyes, While my children ask why must they see our skin to be denied, But I refuse to become another statistic and know this I am truly being realistic, Because it is way past time that we have all these witnesses to a dark way of law enforcement living. Peace and blessings to all those who have passed at the hands of those who are to protect us.
By Khalil Huff 5 years ago in Confessions
The Journey Ahead
For those whom are reading this, thank you. It’s taken awhile for me to come to terms with the past like many of us that has done the same. So many of my decisions has been left for others to make. So much effort that I made to others as if to make a big investment in hopes to wrap the benefits in the end. Concluded with myself that all of the work that’s out onto others will turn out better for us. People matter because I didn’t. For a time there was so much that was affecting the results of my labor. What mattered to others is what mattered to me.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Confessions
Painting and Music
I once made an artist cry, which is by no means an accomplishment that was difficult nor fills me with pride. In fact, it was one of the most awkward encounters of my life. I was a second year journalism student blogging in my spare time to increase my chances of gainful employment and internships that did more than just "pay your dues". A lot of what I blogged about was local galleries and restaurants. One artist I interviewed was upset from my probing. After pointing out either similarities or inspiration from Beatrix Potter her eyes began to water. She said she didn't like thinking too deep about such things, and never feels comfortable explaining her art. Part of me felt embarrassed for her for being so fragile in public. Part of me sort of understands why she might be having such an emotional reaction. Art isn't just art. It's a refuge from a world that expects us to numb ourselves to function.
By DMolly M5 years ago in Confessions
The Timeless Joy of Hobbying
Obviously I have a passion for my writing. It has been my oldest and most utilized passion or hobby. Many people say that you ought not do what you love for a career, as the pressure to please others for the paycheck will make one dislike what they originally loved and enjoyed doing. This is the case many times, but for me it doesn't usually happen with writing. A few times I have had paid writing jobs, and I'll admit it wasn't as fun for me as when I write without restrictions or expectations; However, I find joy and comfort and peace in writing, especially if I can do so with a typewriter or traditional computer keyboard. I love it. I love reading too, but I find it so much easier for me to write rather than read. Whether I'm writing a poem or a short story or an editorial or even just coming up with some jokes, I find the whole process a miraculous gift that I have the blessing of enjoying while providing.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman5 years ago in Confessions
Nowhere Man
My name is Harry Hogg. I’m an alcoholic. I was born an orphan. I am a novelist’s dream child. Raised by good people, I was uninterested in learning at school. At seventeen, I left the island on which I became a teenager. I spent days, weeks, and months alone, preferring to remain distant. At the time of writing, I am 73.
By harry hogg5 years ago in Confessions
Story my sad pt 2
When I was about five years old my parents were slightly unstable and sent me to live with my grandparents. I guess this was due to the fact that I was to start kindergarten soon and stability would make everything a lot easier for everybody. My grandpa was a retired Marine and both grandparents were grounded in good morals and a very traditional American type of lifestyle. I like to believe that my understanding of the way a man is supposed to be Comes from me watching and observing his every action and reaction. More fascinating was the way in which he solved problems and how both my grandmother and him would interact and communicate with one another. they compromised while coming to terms on difficult situations by taking into consideration each other’s concerns, emotions, and treated each other with respect. They would deomonstrate respect to the others perspectives, beliefs, and Vulnerability at that current moment.
By Jennifer church5 years ago in Confessions
Fifty jobs and counting
job 21 was when I moved to California. I was sick of my ex and moved in with my parents for a little bit. It was in the middle of summer and I started working at Sprouts as a cashier. I did everything there from stocking shelves, helping in the meat department, cleaning bathrooms, and even working in the bakery as well.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Confessions
