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The Weight of Unsaid Things
Arthur’s kitchen counter was a graveyard of crumpled paper. Empty coffee mugs, a half-eaten sandwich from lunch, and the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window were his companions. It was three in the morning again. He held the pen, a cheap ballpoint, its plastic worn smooth from endless nights like these, and stared at the blank page. The fresh sheet mocked him, always did. He’d scribbled the first line a dozen times: 'Clara, I need to tell you…' and then his hand would cramp, his mind would seize, and the whole thing would get wadded up and flung into the overflowing bin by the sink.
By HAADI15 days ago in Confessions
Torkham Border
The Torkham Border is a vital link between Pakistan and Afghanistan. It supports trade, travel, and people-to-people connections. This border plays an important role in economic growth and regional cooperation. When managed peacefully and efficiently, Torkham Border helps reduce hardships for traders and travelers. It also strengthens mutual understanding between the two nations. In simple words, the Torkham Border is not just a crossing point, but a symbol of connection, cooperation, and shared future for both countries
By shaoor afridi15 days ago in Confessions
What Barbie and TV Taught Me About My Body
Barbie’s waist was about the circumference of a quarter. That was my first body lesson. I did not even think about how my body looked until third grade, when someone made a comment about my stirrup leggings. It was not shouted. It was not cruel in a dramatic way. It was casual. Thoughtless. The kind of comment that lands because it was never meant to. In that instant, I went from being a kid to being a body. And in my head, I have felt fat ever since.
By Danielle Katsouros16 days ago in Confessions
The Last Train to Nowhere
It’s not the rattling, metallic grind of the wheels that wakes me up these nights, not anymore. It’s the silence. That particular kind of dead quiet you only get after the last carriage has rumbled out of sight, leaving you standing on a platform that feels suddenly too big, too empty. And then the cold seeps into your bones, deeper than any winter wind. That’s what I hear.
By HAADI16 days ago in Confessions
Who a person is to begin with
I recently entered into an argument with a long time friend, we argued about politics and on our point of view when it came to global politics happening right now in the world, I’ll spare you the details, the main point was I disagreed with how it was being done meanwhile he agreed.
By real Jema16 days ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Know I Was Allowed to Say No
No one raised their voice. No one threatened anything. That’s what makes it hard to explain. It happened in a room that felt official enough to be intimidating and ordinary enough to seem safe. The kind of place where clocks tick too loudly and the chairs are meant to keep you alert, not comfortable. Someone stood while I sat. Someone spoke while I listened. The imbalance was subtle, but it was there.
By Megan Stroup16 days ago in Confessions
2026 Is Knocking
January always arrives the same way. Quietly. The fireworks are gone, the Instagram optimism fades, and what’s left is the math. Bills. Forecasts that already feel outdated. News headlines shouting about inflation like it’s a weather condition you can’t escape.
By Alina Westmore16 days ago in Confessions
Thank You Too 2025
THANK YOU 2025 (VOCAL) Reflection of the past five years as we head into 2026 just a few thank yous. 1) Thank you too, my mum and dad for always no matter what being proud of me and letting me reach for the sky's with my wild last minute idea a.k.a traveling to New York on my own and trusting me and knowing that i will be ok, and for also being the best parents a girl could ask for
By H J Myers16 days ago in Confessions
Between Hate and Love
Have you ever paused to wonder how quickly love can turn into hate—or how hate can quietly mask love beneath the surface? One moment you care deeply, and the next you feel anger, resentment, or distance. This emotional tension is something almost everyone experiences, yet few truly understand. Between hate and love lies a powerful, confusing, and deeply human space—one that shapes our relationships, decisions, and even our sense of self.
By John Smith16 days ago in Confessions
The Quiet Power of Presence: Trust, Desire, and the Weight of Being
I can still feel the chill of that evening, the way it made my skin keenly aware of itself. I leaned against the balcony railing of a small apartment, watching the streetlights flicker below, glowing softly through the dimming dusk. He was there, a few steps away, his gaze on the streets as if he could read the rhythm of life beneath him. There was nothing performative in his posture, no dramatic gesture to draw attention. Yet the way he existed in that space—calm, grounded, and unassuming—pulled me in. I became painfully aware of how his presence shaped the air around him, shaping me in subtle, unnameable ways.
By SATPOWER17 days ago in Confessions
