Tag: cult

  • Rome

    I always hated when my parents told me “Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know.” Clearly. All I wanted was to be able to live my life without them hovering over my shoulder with every decision I made. All I wanted to do was to go on a vacation by myself. All I wanted…

  • Voodoo Queen

    I always knew I was destined to be a voodoo queen. It was in my blood and it was my heritage. My great-great grandmother was the first Queen of the family and her healing practices kept our family healthy and the spirits happy. Over the years it has been obvious my place in the family…

  • The Fortune Teller

    “We are really going to interrogate a fortune teller?  Which one?  Who is she?”  I stared at my partner as she was practically jumping up and down with excitement.  “What are you so excited about?  You have a thing for voodoo?  Spirits?  Think you want someone to predict your future?  Know your secrets?”  I grabbed…

  • My Roommate

    I always knew my roommate was into some odd things, but I never knew how far she had fallen. It was her charisma, her charm, that pulled me in. I had always been told I was naïve and a little too loyal to those I would blindly follow, but I always thought I was going…

  • Positive Vibes

    “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…  You are magnificent…  You are radiant…  Positive vibes only…”  I was doing all right until the teacher started talking about positive vibes.  I hated when people talked about positive vibes.  I always believed people gave off vibes, but the signs and shirts talking about positive vibes only…

  • Obey

    “I will obey your every command.”  I almost gagged as I read the letter my roommate was writing to her boyfriend.  I knew I shouldn’t be reading her letter, but I couldn’t help it.  I had to know what was going on between the two of them.  I had suspicions things weren’t going well and this letter was…

  • Prayers

    “Sweat your prayers,” I thought to myself.  “It’s the only way people will know you mean what you pray.”    My grandmother had been drilling prayer into me since I moved in when I was five.  The two of us went to church every Sunday for as long as I can remember, but the older I got, I…