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Most recently published stories in Confessions.
The Silent Mind
In a discovery that could reshape neuroscience, artificial intelligence, and even philosophy, scientists at the Global Institute for Cognitive Research (GICR) have found compelling evidence of a new form of thinking — one that occurs entirely without language, mental images, or any recognizable internal monologue. The research, released earlier this week in the journal Cognitive Frontiers, introduces the concept of “pure cognition,” a previously unidentified mental process that may underlie many of our most intuitive thoughts and decisions.
By Rizwan 6 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of Winter
The children had once ruled the hill as kings and queens of winter. Laughter echoed through the cold air, snowballs flew like comets, and sleds carved winding trails down the icy slopes. Among them were Sam, Elsie, and little Kip — inseparable companions who shared their joys with a small, curious red fox they named Ember.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
"The Betrayal That Taught Me the True Power of Forgiveness"
INTRODUCTION I remember the day my world shattered like it was yesterday. My best friend, Emma, and I had been inseparable since childhood. We shared every secret, every dream, and every fear. But one fateful day, I discovered that she'd been spreading lies about me behind my back. The betrayal cut deep, and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
"The Blind Date That Taught Me to Love Myself". AI-Generated.
INTRODUCTION I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. It was a blind date, set up by mutual friends who swore we’d hit it off. I was skeptical, but my friends wouldn’t let up. They said we shared similar interests and values. I doubted it, but I agreed to meet him anyway.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
The Song in the Attic
The Song in the Attic Maya and Jonah had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They lived on the same street, shared the same bus stop, and had a reputation for getting into the sort of harmless mischief that made teachers sigh and parents shake their heads. Their favorite hobby? Exploring.
By Malik BILAL6 months ago in Confessions
The Bench by the Pond.
God told me to go and sit. It wasn’t loud. No thunder or shaking walls. Just a soft, still nudge early in the morning at 5:28. I woke up with a sound playing in my head…. a tune I couldn’t quite place but it kept bugging me. I prayed at 6. Had a chat with Mummy. And while we were talking, the sound kept looping in the back of my mind like a song that won’t be quiet until it’s been sung.
By Test6 months ago in Confessions
Healing Out Loud: Why Telling My Story Set Me Free
There was a time when silence felt safer than truth. When I carried pain like a secret folded in the pages of a journal no one would read. I believed that if I didn’t speak it, it wouldn’t define me. But the longer I kept my story hidden, the more it festered in the dark, shaping my self-worth, decisions, and relationships in ways I didn’t understand. It wasn’t until I began to heal out loud—to say the quiet parts out loud—that I truly began to feel free.
By Aiman Shahid6 months ago in Confessions
The House I Grew Up In Doesn’t Remember Me
The porch steps creaked under my weight, though not out of familiarity. It was the kind of groan that old wood gives to strangers, not to long-lost children coming home. I hadn’t stood on this porch in over twelve years. And yet, every crack in the concrete walkway, every wind chime clinking in the dry summer air, every flake of peeling paint on the door had been preserved in my memory.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Never Sent to My Estranged Parent
The Envelope That Never Left My Desk I sat in my childhood bedroom, the air thick with dust and memories, holding a pen that felt heavier than it should. It was a rainy Tuesday in October, the kind where the world feels gray and endless. In front of me lay an envelope, its edges curling from weeks of hesitation. Inside was a letter I’d written to my estranged father—a letter I’d never send. The words were raw, jagged, a confession of pain I’d buried for years. I traced his name on the front, my handwriting shaky, and wondered if I’d ever find the courage to mail it.
By Hewad Mohammadi6 months ago in Confessions
