Consequences Stories

As I walked into the room it felt as if everyone there turned to watch me. My wife walked alongside me for support, but in her heart, she knew she could not help me. I alone was responsible for the path I had chosen last week, and now it was time to hear the result of my actions. I stood on the plinth, with my back to the hushed gathering, and awaited my fate.  Peering up at me the administrator slowly delivered her verdi...

The caravan made it to the last oasis before finally getting home.The trip by all accounts had been successful. After the camels had been bedded down and the men had finished their evening meal of mutton and couscous, they began to talk of finally making it home and what they expected from their homecomings.The graphic details were too much for the old man. He had lost his wife and sole mate last year and he had no stomac...

My dad told me, when I was a boy, "There is nothing you can do to change or correct the past. You just have to make sure that you do not continue the same bad things in the future. You must move on." This was something I remembered to this day. My family and friends always wondered why I never became angry. I never became angry, because things said and done in anger really cut deep and taking them back cannot ever happen....

I`m still trying to figure out,How I went so wrong,I've apologized so many times,I'm ready for a different song,Nearly stripped of everything,I won't give up my pride,Life's not always filled with joy,It's one Hell of a ride,Life lived in the fast lane,Makes memory lane a blur,So please pass me some memories,So I know who we were,I am oh so sorry,For the things I can't remember,I'm sorry that I didn't die,When I overdosed...

In the wee hours of the morning, while the rest of her family slept, Jen was packing. A towel wedged under her door assured the light in her room would not be visible from the hallway and invite anyone to inquire if she was OK, she was not OK. An old military duffle bag found at a garage sale was being methodically packed with some of her belongings."Enough was enough," she said to herself. Barred from dances and all spor...

Before I begin, I would just like to say that I’m not proud of most of the things that I’ve done. I’ve always put myself into certain situations without any regard for the consequences. My story isn’t as intense as some others might be, who have written their memoirs dedicated to their intense drug use or life as a homeless person. I’ve never been addicted to any certain drug, unless attention from men suddenly comes in a...