Revelations

We won't tell a soul your name or email address. Just send in your story and your CH (cyber-handle: mine's X-Rom--my club name as well). If you don't have your own CH, simply choose one. Be sure to write it down, so you can't forget it! And why not attach a picture while you're at it (optional)?

Now let's get down to brass tacks!

CH	*Revelation*
Imogen	"I was quite relieved when my friends told me they'd probably take half an E at my wedding and not cocaine. At least, I thought, my parents won't notice - they'll just think my mates are really happy. If they took coke, I'd be paranoid Mum would see the tell-tale signs."
Pogo Stikk	"I keep hearing on the news and stuff that if I drill a hole in my skull I will reduce the number of headaches suffered in a year, and solve puzzles more quickly, and smell farther, and possibly even continue time. I'd like some feedback from anybody else who might have done this, so I will know what kind of drill bit to use, and how. Also, if you have advice on which toads to lick, that would be cool too since that hasn't worked either."
Feathers	"Sex is fun, so I believe it should be free. If it's not free, then it's work, and that kind of work is known as prostitution, which is illegal where I live."
D-Tox	"There's no other way round it. I got drunk out of my skull at the office Christmas party this year. I swore it wouldn't happen again, especially given what had happened the previous year with the secretary's lap dog and the paper shredder, but it did. Of course this year I can't remember a thing, again! But it must have been really bad this time round as no one will mention the party in my presence. But it can't have been all that bad because I still have a job."
Grog	"I don't know if I believe in global warming anymore. Does that mean I'm no longer committed to our environment?"
Cyberkitty	"I normally go to confession for this type of thing, but I thought this time I might help some people out there in Webspace with this small lesson for living. I'm normally a very caring and warm-hearted person, but a month or so ago I was anything but. You see, Miss Trixie just wouldn't leave me alone. I had already opened two different cans of cat food and she wouldn't eat any of it. I knew she wanted the Kozy Kitten fish flavor, but I was expecting company and that stuff smells up the whole house! So, just like wicked old Joan Crawford, I made her eat what I'd put down before she'd get anything else. Oh, Trixie Pie, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"
Jail Bee	"I used to sell Bee Honey and Bee Pollen to my neighbors (we live somewhere in North Carolina). And really it's my temper I'd like to improve. Because I get mad when things don't go right or as planned. Last spring I spent six cartridges on a birdnest (a full one) that I deemed to be too 'near' one of my sixteen hives. Needless to say, the birds weren't too happy about it. And so I used to take pride in my Bee Honey and besides I have a sensitive constitution and prefer only to deal with people who have good manners, like myself. But when a Nurse from the local hospital came over and asked me about my Bee Honey and said (can you print this? I mean it's kind of crass and witheringly rude) 'Is that real Bee Spew or is it just Karo Syrup?' Well, you can guess what I did! First of all, as any good shopper knows, Karo Syrup costs more than real Bee Honey and second of all Bee Honey technically may be Bee Spew but I'll chop a wooden indian down if it's become acceptable to use that kind of toilet language in public! Still, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I should have abstained from violence. Now that I'm locked up in jail I can only abstain, one imagines, from freedom. But is it really abstaining? I mean it's not like I have any choice."
Fast Walker	"I used to visit sites of rival archeologists for the purpose of sabotage--usually just crushing their findings underfoot, though I would sometimes finger my knife suggestively. But then I read about the 'Brontosaurus' hoax, which had us, Naturalists and Scientists alike, fooled for decades, and this excited me! Now, one of my colleagues is poised to go public with what he believes is proof of an Atlantean Missing Link. But it's simply skeleton sections of an orangutan, a polecat, and an Alien Autopsy model kit I bought from the Fortean Times website. I wouldn't feel so bad, but I also slept with the guy's wife, so now he's really going to look like a fool."
Bighter	"I used to be confused by pictures such as the one I've sent [see below]. I might spend as much as a whole day, walking around looking at things, or even worse, looking for things. I now realize this is no way to go through life. What one doesn't see, isn't there."
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Get in touch anytime at

Remember that address - It could just save you from the Fiend - he hates abstinence!