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The Ghost in the Garden
The moon tonight, it's a cold, white disk, slicing through the bare branches outside my window. Same kind of moon we used to have, wasn't it? Full and unforgiving, spilling silver across the lawn like a spilled vial of mercury. I stare at it, my fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. This house, it’s quiet now, the kind of quiet that lets you hear your own heartbeat thrumming against your ribs, a drumbeat of old, buried things.
By HAADI7 days ago in Confessions
I Stopped Chasing Fashion Trends — and That’s When I Truly Started Noticing Them. AI-Generated.
For a long time, fashion trends felt exhausting to me. Every season seemed louder than the last. New colors, new silhouettes, new rules about what was “in” and what was suddenly outdated. I followed them at first—mostly out of curiosity—but eventually I stopped trying to keep up.
By MOHAMMED7 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 小切手
I am too tired to be standing at my work desk right now. I have gathered a lot of time, which I am pretty happy about, and Jahon is asleep so I can relax for a bit. He got very sleepy from the indica so, I think he's finally napping properly.
By Kayla McIntosh7 days ago in Confessions
Relationship
A relationship is a connection between two people that is built on love, trust, and understanding. It is not only about happy moments but also about standing together during difficult times. A strong relationship helps people grow emotionally and feel supported in life.
By shaoor afridi8 days ago in Confessions
Exploring Xian Streetfood Rond de Klokkentoren: A Culinary Adventure in the Heart of China. AI-Generated.
Xian, the ancient capital of China’s Shaanxi province, is renowned for its rich history, iconic Terracotta Warriors, and centuries-old city walls. Yet for many travelers, the true heartbeat of Xian is found not in museums, but in the bustling streets surrounding the Klokkentoren (Bell Tower). Here, locals and tourists alike gather to experience the city’s legendary streetfood scene, a vivid tapestry of flavors, aromas, and culinary traditions that have evolved over generations.
By Aarif Lashari8 days ago in Confessions
Voices That Shaped History
History is often told through dates, wars, and political decisions, but beneath every major turning point lies something far more human: a voice. Before laws were written, before revolutions erupted, before societies changed, someone spoke. Sometimes it was a whisper shared in secret. Other times it was a roar delivered to millions. But every era-defining moment began with words spoken by someone brave enough to use their voice.
By Aiman Shahid8 days ago in Confessions
I believe in Love
I believe that love is a choice as well as a feeling. Where love considers the other person faults and all. It wants, believes and hopes for the best. It doesn't just deal with the other person's BS it shines a light into it, whereby the other person sees what they need to do to fix themselves, to become better, to leave their own comfort zone because they know this person who loves them dearly is already holding them up. Is there alongside them and at the finishing line and at the next stage showing the next step. They are already believing and seeing the growth and transformation.
By Len Lei8 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: お手洗い
Jahon helped me realize some things, I mean, yes he is trying to neg me and do word salad but that doesn't really bother me as, he is just attempting to gain the upper hand in a poor situation already, it is sort of a weakness of his, he lowers his guard only a little bit, I don't blame him, I didn't give him any reason to trust me. This is how he reminds me of my father. My dad was a weak man, but surprisingly spiritual.
By Kayla McIntosh8 days ago in Confessions
The Black Mushroom
My mother lost my father when I was seven years old. At the time, she was five months pregnant with my youngest sister. Life changed overnight. The company responsible for compensating my mother after my father’s death shut down, there was no life insurance, and my father had been the primary breadwinner. Stability vanished quickly.
By Marie Ange Diaz-Cervo8 days ago in Confessions
