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Snaked by my own kind. Top Story - October 2025.
The value of loyalty can not be overemphasized, it is one of those things we all enjoy and which brings us great comfort. Whether it's our parents and how loyal they are to us, or our friends and the commitment they have for us. I don’t know about others, but it's something I value a lot in all the friendships I have because I understand just how important and valuable it is in society. It is also one of those pleasurable gifts we can get from anybody, and de-facto we expect it from everybody we get to interact with.
By real Jema3 months ago in Confessions
Marina Meets Taylor. Content Warning.
As much as I envy her lifestyle, I do fear that it will catch up with her one day! Marina lay comfortably stretched on her couch, with an excellent wine on the table beside her and the TV tuned to her favorite late-night show. She gently mused away and let her mind wander to all that could have been.
By Sacha Sutama3 months ago in Confessions
"DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10 PM" [ II ]
Part Two — They Remember Their Owners I didn’t go near the basement for two days. I kept myself busy with work, cooking, anything that would keep me distracted. But every night, right at 10:03 PM, the apartment seemed to hum with something alive. At first, it was subtle — a faint vibration through the walls, like water running through old, tired pipes. Then, gradually, it grew louder. There was rhythm to it. A pulse. A steady, mechanical heartbeat that didn’t belong in any normal building.
By iam Raja3 months ago in Confessions
Afterimage
I’ve tried to reach you, but the words always disappear before I finish. It felt like a glitch in the universe, like I wasn’t supposed to speak to you but did anyway. There remains an impulse in me that will not surrender. I’ve been watching the world move in slow motion, waiting for you to say something. You never did. That silence taught me everything.
By Fatal Serendipity3 months ago in Confessions
"DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10PM" [ I ]
Part One — The Rule When I moved into Pinewood Apartments, I thought the creepiest thing about it was the smell — that strange cocktail of rust, detergent, and the faint sweetness of something old, like time had soaked into the walls and refused to leave. The building itself looked harmless enough: red brick, a few weeds sprouting between the cracks, a faded welcome mat that had seen better days. But then I saw the laundry room door.
By iam Raja3 months ago in Confessions
What a Girl Goes Through
I look at you and I don’t want to. I look at you and my eyes water with regret. I look at you and my mind clouds with anger and bitterness. I just want to yell louder and louder. Loud enough to knock the pictures off the wall. Loud enough to make you cower and shrink. Loud enough to see the regret in your eyes. The fear. If I yell loud enough the things I’ve been trying to tell you might make it past your thick skull and your closed ears. If I yell loud enough the thoughts will leave my mind and haunt you instead. If I yell loud enough I might scare you. That’s what I want.
By Grace Olson3 months ago in Confessions
After the Last Embrace
Welcome to After the Last Embrace This is not a blog about death. It’s a blog about what hurts, about what is lost without a burial, what breaks without making a sound, what we miss without permission. Here, we talk about loss—of every kind. The ones we can see and the ones we can’t, the ones that have a name and the ones no one dares to name, the ones cried in silence, carried for years, the ones that change us forever. Because losing isn’t only when someone dies; it’s when a mother who’s still alive drifts away, when a friendship fades without explanation, when a child who never lived is lost, when faith, hope, home, childhood, or even oneself disappears. And all of that also deserves space. It deserves words, company, and time—to look again, to recognize what remains, and to rebuild, step by step, whatever can be rebuilt. It deserves a patient ear that holds, without haste, the weight we sometimes don’t even know how to name.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
💔 When a Soul Leaves: The Unbearable Silence After Losing a Beloved Dog
There are moments in life when time simply stops. When the world becomes unbearably quiet, and the familiar rhythm of love that filled our days disappears — not because love ended, but because the heart that carried it is gone.
By Stefano D'angello3 months ago in Confessions
