Anything you'd like to confess........?

Hah, on Halloween this year, me and best bud were swinging on the swings of our old elementary school and were just walking around the grounds of the school. So I'm like, "Hey, let's go see if the doors are open!" and she's like, "Um, okay?"

So we go over to the front doors and this is like 8 at night, so yeah, they're locked. But lights are on, so I go, "Let's check the side doors!" jokingly.

The doors were open, so we snuck in, haha. It was the door to the gym/cafeteria/assembly room thing, you know? And so we're wandering around the room and the doors to the other parts of the school are wide open. We go out one door, only to hear a vacuum in one of the rooms - and this school is sort of wall-less, like, it has separaters, not actual walls - so we run back into the gym and go out the other door.

The janitor's office is right next to the gym and I glance over as we're sneaking through the hallway and I see a guy there and he sees me and I'm like, "Oh, crap, he saw me!" but we keep going. And then he comes out and is all like fierce!protective!janitor!, "You have NO BUSINESS being here! Leave!" and so we go out the door we came in - the side one - and then I'm like, "How much you wanna bet he's gonna close these doors?" and unsurprisingly, i was right.

Haha. That just fills me with laughter - cause we weren't going to like vandalize anything or do anything bad, we were just reminiscing.

Ah, Halloween. xD. Good times, good times.

Sabra kadabra alakazam!

This is my biggest regret from grade school.

Once, in the first grade, it was some girl's birthday. Her mom came in and brought cake. another girl brought in for show and tell this statue of a cat that she'd gotten as a present for HER birthday that weekend from her stepfather. She placed it inbetween her desk and the desk of the birthday girl until show and tell. Well, the birthday girl thought someone had brought it for her for her birthday and took it. They got into a fight about it and started crying. The mom asked if someone had brought in another cat as a gift for her daughter and that one had simply gone missing (I don't know where she got this idea from?). I told them I had. We spent the rest of the day searching for the cat. I've never told anyone this, but there was no other cat. I just wanted them to stop crying because their crying was making me want to cry. I've felt terrible about it for 12 years now. But the girl who originally brought in the cat got hers back and the other girl soon forgot about it. I ended up being good friends with the girl who originally had it (the other girl moved before the end of theyear) and I never told her. I don't even think she remembers.

OH and I have another one that is slightly more interesting!

When I was a freshman in highschool, my date and I went into the girl's bathroom and switched outfits. He put on my dress and I put on his tux.

Yeeeah we got kicked out for that one. I was like, so ashamed of it for the longest time (I don't like to cause trouble...). But he committed suicide a couple months later and that was one of the best memories I have of him, so I don't regret it in any fashion. <3

Thanks all!

Sparrowzingly, have to say both your confessions were really heartbreaking and so poignant. Thank you for telling me about them.

If anyone else has anything they'd like to add please feel free.

"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."

Douglas Adams

Hmm. Never tried to keep track of all my minor misdeeds and mistakes, but what comes to my mind was that great snowball fight we had as kids. On the graveyard. Might be a laugh for your humorous priest ;)

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www.portalstones.com Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legens fades to myth and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again...

Climbing over the chainlink fence and swinging on the park swings well after dark. Never got caught for it either.

My boyfriend thinks he's the first person I've ever kissed, because that's what I told him. It's a lie. And I feel guilty that I let him believe it, less so because I lied to him, and moreso because it feels dishonest to the boy who kissed me first.

I was really, really mean to this boy in middle school. He was one of those super-nerdy types, and he just irritated me to no end. Because we were both in the advanced classes, I had 6 out of 7 classes with him both years of junior high, and I threatened to kill him on a fairly regular basis. He turned out okay, but I feel bad for the way I treated him, with no justifiable reason.

I used to climb up the drainpipes of my elementary school and play on the roofs of the buildings. It was exhilarating, and dangerous. My mom could have looked out of the window of our house across the street and seen me, and then I would have been in for it for sure! But it was so much fun...

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Despite my username, I really am female.

NaNo04: Dawnheart Tane - win
NaNo05: untitled - win
NaNo06: Giving Up It All / Half the Man - win
NaNo07 : The Ocean Between Us - unofficial win
NaNo08 : Dog Fight / Dog Run - win

When I was young, maybe 4 or 5 years old, we had a pet bunny. and boy, did we torture that poor thing. we would pick him up by his ears, feed him hard candy, push him around, etc... I know I was too young to understand why it was wrong, but to this day I still feel horrible about it.

One of my professors gave us an essay to write over spring break last semester, and I was too lazy and busy partying to actually sit down and do it. The day before class I realized I was not gonna make it (it was a research paper actually...) and so I sent him an email saying how I had gotten into a bad car accident over break and now my friend was lying in the hospital near death. I even got my boyfriend, who worked at a hospital at the time, to give me an actual doctor's note. The professor bought it, and I got a week extension. and an A on my paper..

A little less amusing, but a real confession nonetheless... I hate my father. I think that he is a controlling and abusive piece of shit, but I am still friendly towards him because he pays my tuition for college. In truth I would not even cry if he was to die today, and I would actually consider this world a better place. Oh, and my mom and sisters know I think this, and think the same way. My mom deserves better than him, and so do we. He was never a father figure for me..
phew.. I just unleashed a bit there... ;)

hope that helps.

Friends and I went to confession and told the priest we'd been up Rose Hill. He said that wasn't a sin.

Then our other friend went in and said, 'Hi. I'm Rose Hill.'

(You did say he had a sense of humour.)

"Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead."

That reminds me how one of my bro's friends lived in a house right in front of a small graveyard. They, and several others, would play paintball back there. ^^;

NaNo '07_____To Be Human___50k
NaNo '08_____Status Fail______55k

After I failed my Russian midterm, I put a marble in the gas tank of my professors car.
I also had sex in the back of a trolley. That was fun....

*reminisces*

oh the good times.

When I was in 4th grade, one of my favorite book series was The Amazig Days of Abby Hayes. In one of the books, the class gets a really mean substitute, so to get revenge on her they had an "apple avalanche." What happened was that all the kids brought tons of apples into school and kept handing them to her all day, not leaving any time for lessons. By the end of the day she is so fed up that she leaves the school in a fit. I always thought that was a cool idea and wanted to try it out.

We had an art teacher who we didn't like because she was very arts-ish. When you're in 4th grade, you just want to do fun little craft projects and drawing pretty pictures. This lady wanted us to study the elements of art. We all found it extremely boring, so one day after art class I passed around a note at bus call saying we should start an apple avalanche. I described the plan and told them all to bring apples for the next art class. It was going fine until one really annoying kid said (extremely loudly) "Now let me see that letter!" My teacher grabbed the letter, and by the time she was done reading it all the other kids buses had been called. It was just me and her. She yelled at me and told me that if I ever did anything like that again I would be sent to the principal's office. I was so embarassed that I faked sick the next day to get out of school. It was the first time I ever did it...

Oddly enough, I got the art teacher again in middle school and found she was actually really nice. She never found out about my little plan, and I still feel a bit guilty about it to this day.

I broke into the costume department of the local university and stole some clothes once. I got a tail coat and a top hat out of it, things I'd wanted for a long time, but I felt so guilty about doing it I hardly ever wore them. But I never took them back, either. I ended up donating them both to Goodwill.

My friends and I do crazy crap after we've been partying for a while. The best thing we ever did was climb the train bridge that goes over the river and hang from our knees from the tracks. Also the most dangerous thing we ever did, but hella fun.

I've gotten kicked out of or banned from every superstore in my area. The first one was when I was thirteen, and it was for shoplifting. I was so terrified of the guy that caught me. But every one since then has been for playing games in the store. A couple of my favorites have been hiding in the clothes racks and hissing at people when they walked by and building a fort with the cereal boxes that stretched from one side of the aisle to the other.

My senior year of high school I made a Valentine card that had some lyrics from a Mindless Self Indulgence song on it (it said 'All the people you love in a river of blood' from Backmask) and then I stuck it into the locker of this kid that had been stealing my work in our photography class. It scared the ever loving shit out of her, and I never felt guilty for it until after I graduated. I wish I could find her and apologize for it, even though I still hate that girl.

I tried to choke my guidance counselor in middle school because she exposed something about me that I would rather have remained a secret to my entire English class and then proceeded to tell the principal that I was crazy. I was restrained, but I would have killed that bitch without a second thought right then and there if they'd let me. The worst part about it was that I pretty much proved her right.

In elementary school, I made a girl eat staples once because I was tired of her making fun of me. She's been terrified of me ever since.

One night I ignored a phone call from a friend because I was in the middle of watching a movie and I didn't want to pause it to answer the phone. He called just about everyone in his address book, and then he committed suicide that night, and all I've ever wanted since then was to be able to go back and pick up the fucking phone. I don't think it would change everything, I just want to be able to tell him I loved him.

I still resent one of my friends because she ruined the first ribbon I ever won at a horse show. She cried that day because she didn't place, and my instructor made me humiliate myself to this girl to get her to stop crying. She laughed at me when I told her what my instructor wanted me to tell her and felt much better about herself after that. She placed second in one of her classes the next day, and she never thanked me for doing what I did. I've kept that ribbon to remind myself that I should never have to feel bad about myself just so someone else can feel good, but I'm not sure I'll ever forgive my friend for that, and I know I'll never forgive my instructor (I've come to realize that she was mentally abusive towards me in the years I was there, anyway)

Wow. I'm sure there's more I could confess--I was kind of a freak most of my life, and I guess I still am--but I think that's enough now. They got kinda heavy there at the end.

Thank you all so much!

I'm really moved by what you've written, it takes courage to write with that kind of honesty and I hope that you go on to write about your experiences because you write so beautifully!

Thank you too for the humour it's all great stuff.

Anyone else who would like to join in you're most welcome (might be an idea to bring some tissues with you).

"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."

Douglas Adams

Well, it wasn't intended to be some sort of revenge or a practical joke but my range of thought was definitely strange. I think I was about 6 or 7 years old (I could already write and calculate a little).

At the time my parents were short on money and were always saying, that there wasn't enough to buy this or that. And my older sister was also complaining on a regular basis that she wanted to have more pocket money.

I for one couldn't understand why they couldn't be saving some, so that they would have some money if they decided to buy something. And since they didn't seem to be able to do this on their own I decided that I had to help them. (Which seemed really reasonable at that time.)

So, every few days I would take a little bit of money out of their pockets, writing down from whom I took it and how much it was. Originally I wanted to wait a few weeks to give it back, you know, proudly showing off how much money there was and that it wasn't hard to save it at all...

But my mother saw it before the time was up, when she was cleaning one day. I really couldn't understand why she would be so furious when I only wanted to help them. Lol.

Slight problem there - if you talk about a priest "recalling" some of the confessions, is he talking about them or simply thinking about them?

Because talking about them, I'm afraid, is a complete no-no. He wouldn't. Just wanted to clarify that, in case you don't know. ;)

I lied to my parents when I said that the cat reopened the hole in my ceiling. I actually just fell through the attic floor again.

Glad you liked them :)

And yeah, i was gonna mention that. That's a HUGE sin on the part of the priest. Unless he's just recalling them in his head. Anything said during confession is confidential and it's a pretty big deal. There are priests who go to jail because they withhold confessions that could give the names of people who committed murders or other huge crimes.

Hmmm.... I've got a couple.

So there was this guy and I liked him and whatever. Then things got really sour between us and I won't even go into all the drama that was involved in that...but when it was over he ended up telling one of my friends that I said I loved him. I was so embarrassed because of the circumstances that I lied to my friend and said I'd just told him that to lead him on and to feel in control. I still feel guilty for saying that, two years later, because I think that I really did love him. Even though he doesn't know I said that about him, it was still a crappy thing of me to say.

When I was little, I accidentally broke my aunt's playstation. The blame was put on my younger cousin and all my other cousins treated him like crap for about a month because of it. I just stood back and let him be blamed because I didn't want anyone to be mad at me.

In fourth grade, during lunch, there was the guys' table and the girls' table. One day I was invited to sit at the guys' table, because everyone wanted me to sit by this boy I had a crush on. He liked me too, so they wanted to play matchmaker. While I was sitting with them, all the guys spilled their secrets to me; which girls they liked, who they used to like, pranks they'd pulled, stuff like that. I'm pretty sure somebody warned me to keep my mouth shut, but I promptly got up to dump my tray and ran back to the girls' table and told them everything. I still feel bad about it.

Once, in third grade, we were all lined up outside the gym, but for some reason the teacher wouldn't let us in. She quickly exited the gym and told us to stay where we were, and she'd be right back. The second she was gone, me and my best friend snuck into the gym and saw that someone had puked in the trash can. We went back out and told the whole class, "Someone blew chunks!" When the teacher came back, our entire class was talking about it. She demanded to know who had gone in without permission. She asked this kid next to me, who was the nerdy, teacher's pet type, if he saw who did it. I knew I was done for, because the kid did not like me. I picked on him, actually. He surprised me by saying, "No, I didn't see who did it," without even looking my way. I feel bad about the way I treated him before that.

I almost killed my brother's pet hamster. Twice. Actually, the second time I did kill him. I feel terrible about it. The first time, my brother was gone somewhere, and I noticed that there was some bedding and hamster crap blocking one of the tubes. So I went and got a fork and started digging it out. Well, the scraping sound freaked the little furball out, and he went flying right down the tube before I could yank the fork out. I was horrified, thinking I'd forked him. I started shaking the cage, because he wasn't moving. I went sobbing to my dad, and eventually, after much prodding, the hamster started moving again. Close call, right? Well, about three months later we'd relocated the hamster cage downstairs, because the squeaking kept my brother up at night. I went down to feed it, and it was dead. Just sitting in the corner, dead. I shrieked, "CRAP!", and then I heard my brother and his friend coming down to play video games. I grabbed a towel and threw it over the cage, because I didn't want him to see. Later my parents sat down to tell him, and I was sad too, but it was worse for me because I was trying to remember if he'd had any water, and refilling his water bottle was my responsibility. I was kind of lax about remembering he needed constant fresh water. Hamsters apparently dehydrate easily. I was thinking, when was the last time I gave him water? Three days ago? Four? Last week? I never went to check the water bottle, because I was afraid I really had killed him. It still haunts me.

Thanks you guys, and thanks too for reminding me of Priests not being able to blab. This character is doing it in his mind, much later in life, reminiscing, having a laugh and a cry, looking back on what we humans do.

Here's a confession I'd lilke to add:

There was a guy I was seeing who in the beginning was a lot of fun even though he was a bit older than me. He was an avid fisherman, lived and breathed for fishing, wasn't a particularly good fisherman but would have been happy to die with a fishing rod in his hand. He lived on a canal so was able to have his boat parked right out front. The boat was the equivalent of a porsche parked on water. He was also the son of a reasonably famous (but dead, so therefore even more famous) artist. So what I thought originally was an interesting kind of guy was in fact a moron who had been trading on his father's name and status.

It become apparent that he really was a bit of a jerk, actually a major, sexist one who began to put me down when I talked about doing my next trip (I like to travel to remote places overseas and have been in some hairy situations but, hey, it's all part of the adventure!). Anyway he must have felt a bit intimidated, he being the big man and all and me being the one who lived a little more dangerously than he did.

I finally decided to call it off one night when he made some really insulting comments about me being a woman, yah da, yah da, not being good for much except staying at home cooking.

Here in Aus, guys lilke that are called 'wankers'.

But I didn't want to just scream at him, call him a wanker then slam the door, I wanted to do it with a little more style.

He kept all of his fishing rods under his bed, that's how much he loved them. All six rods were ready to go with hooks and sinkers on them. He liked to be able to just grab them, walk out his back door, jump on his boat and go. On each rod I unwound a fair amount of fishing line then cut it, then rewound it all back on. There was no way you could detect the line had been cut because I had wound all the rest of it over the top.

I did the same thing to all of his hand reels.

I started to loosen up some of the joins on the rods too in the hope they would fall apart..... unexpectedly.

I wish I could have been more imaginative but I was panicking about being caught when he came back.

Left a quickly scrawled note saying I never wanted to see him again, mentioning the bit about the wanker then left.

My biggest regret? For the fish and the ocean because of the lines with the hooks and sinkers which would have been cast out to sea either when he cast or when a fish pulled on it.

But, I still hope it ruined his day and I really, really hope that he put two and two together and figured it was me!

"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."

Douglas Adams

Not sure if you still want stories and mine aren't really that interesting but I've got two that come to mind.

I'm a very good student but, let's face it, sometimes even I needed a break from high school. If I really didn't want to go to school in the morning I'd wake up around 4:30 (wasn't really a stretch since I was getting up at about 5 anyway), start coughing really loudly, walk to the bathroom a couple times (loudly), then around 5 I'd go into my parents room and fake a really pitiful voice saying I'd just thrown up and felt like crap, did I really need to go to school? Worked every time. And the rest of my family always believed me because I'm the 'honest one' of all the kids. Still haven't had the heart to inform my mom that I'm actually the healthiest of her kids....

One time I had one of my friends over when my parents weren't home. We were playing with my dog and threw one of his toys right at my mom's brand new glass vase. I didn't want her to know that I'd been breaking the rules so I called and acted surprised, saying the cat must've knocked it off the table. It's kinda depressing how much she believes me.

NaNo '06: A Tale of Peace and Fire (Win)
NaNo '07: The Winding Way (Win)
NaNo '08: The Importance of Asking Why (Win)
And what do I have to show for it? Absolutely nothing but lost sanity!

Totally worth it!

Once a long time ago when I was in university, there was one statue of George Washington on the campus, which, when viewed from a particular angle at night, appeared to show George at full erection -- it was actually his sword hilt.

Anyway, a friend of mine talked our group into protecting the father of our country by placing a condom on the hilt. The hilt was too big, and the condom would only fit over the head, but for one night, he was protected.

Thanks for reading.

Thanks again you guys!

And yes, this thread is still going so anyone else interested please jump on board!

"It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes."

Douglas Adams

When I was in first grade I cheated on a test. If you got all the questions right you got on of those black papers with the rainbows underneath that you had to scratch. It wasn't even for a grade.

2008- Locked Away: WINNER!

Really? I thought they were protected, like doctors and attorneys.

NaNo 2006: Bloodlust
NaNo 2007: The Twilight of the Maqara
NaNo 2008: My War

NaNo 2006: Bloodlust
NaNo 2007: The Twilight of the Maqara
NaNo 2008: My War

Oh, and you could have someone confess to killing a fictional person/animal while writing a story or playing a video game.

2008- Locked Away: WINNER!

When I was fourteen I used to shoplift from our school cafeteria allll the time. Just stupid stuff, like candy. One day I went in and I was going to, but at the last minute I decided against it and put the stuff back. Well, this cageteria worker confronted me and was all "I saw you take that stuff!" (even though she hadn't since I'd put it back). She couldn't have done anything - since I really didn't have anything - but she nearly gave me a heart atttack and made me feel so shitty I haven't stolen a thing since. I've never told anyone that!

I used to cheat on tests and things in school, but I never really felt guilty about that.

Oh! In my third year of university, I was placed on academic probation because my grades were so low. It was only by 0.1, but I was petrified my parents would find out.

NaNo 2006 = Cloudburst = 14k
NaNo 2007 = Redeeming Pandora's Curse - WINNER
NaNo 2008 = Borrowed Time - WINNER

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When I was little I was playing on the driveway with my sister and my mom and this woman showed up saying she lost her dog and she was looking all over for them and had we seen two dogs go by? None of us had, but I was going through this phase where I gave everyone the answer they wanted so they would like me. So I told the lady that I had seen two dogs running down the street in some direction. Then she got excited and asked did they have a brown coat? Were they big dogs? And I said yes to every question she asked because I wanted to make this strange woman happy.

That was when I was a tiny kid so I didn't know what I was doing but now I get worried sometimes thinking this woman went off in a very specific direction sure that her dogs were in that area. She probably spent a lot of time in my neighbor hood because I told her her dogs were here. I feel really bad because what if her dogs were close by, but since she was looking where I told her to look, she missed them. Or they died but for a bit she thought they were alive becasue of me?

Also once in sixth grade I called a girl anorexic. I didn't know what it meant or how serious it was, but she was so upset and I still feel horrible about it. At school now, years later, when I see her I still look away.