Childhood
The Weight of Labels
I did not get angry because I was attacked. I got angry because I felt invisible. That is what labeling does. It reduces a human being—a soul with thoughts, experiences, and convictions—into a set of categories that can be dismissed before they even speak.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Confessions
When Trust Turns Venom
There’s something sacred about loyalty. It’s one of those quiet values that makes human connection feel safe. Whether it comes from family, friends, or partners, loyalty has a warmth that can’t be bought or faked. It’s the invisible thread that holds relationships together — the reason we trust, relax, and believe.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Confessions
The Café That Waited for Her. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 8:05, Adrian unlocked the doors of Café del Mare, a small seaside coffee shop in Lisbon that smelled like cinnamon and saltwater. He wasn’t the kind of man people remembered — quiet, polite, always writing in a notebook between customers.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
Humans are monsters. I remember my first scary movie being a Stephen King-esc one where a little girl is shot and carried into a plane while the monsters below eat the planet up whole. It had been several years since my brain surgery and in a much personal way, several months since my last Seer-ing experience I had with Lucifer.
By Parsley Rose 3 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Died — But Still Came Home. AI-Generated.
It was an ordinary evening, just like any other. I came home, had dinner with my family, and then stepped out into the night. Our neighbourhood was quiet most of the time, but that evening carried a strange heaviness in the air — the kind that tells you something bad is about to happen, though you don’t yet know what.
By Ali Khan 3 months ago in Confessions
The Hands That Never Let Go”
The evening sky was turning orange when Amina stood by the kitchen window, her hands still wet from washing the dishes. The sound of laughter drifted in from outside — children running home from school, their shoes tapping rhythmically against the dusty road. Once upon a time, her son’s laughter was among them.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
🌙 Golden Closure — After the Last Embrace This blog was born from silence. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that aches. The kind that fills rooms with invisible weight. The kind that settles in your chest when grief has no name, when sorrow is not allowed to speak, when pain is asked to stay quiet. It was born from emptiness — from the hollow echo of loss, from the quiet desperation of needing to say something when there were no words. It was born from the need to make space for what hurt, to honor what was gone, to give voice to what had been silenced.
By luz entre lagrimas3 months ago in Confessions
A Fragment of My Truth
This is the sad and hard truth about growing up without your biological parents. I was sent to live as a foster kid at a very early age. You don’t really understand why—you’re just bouncing around, confused, longing for mom and dad. Eventually, my maternal mother took charge and brought me and my three sisters together. But soon after, we were separated again. I never felt much connection with my two older sisters, but my little sister and I had a bond. We protected each other—at school, at home, even when we didn’t behave the way our grandmother wanted.
By Teodoro De Jesus3 months ago in Confessions
When Hearts Speak Without Words
I met her on a rainy afternoon, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone and makes the world feel both cold and alive at the same time. I was running late for work, clutching a coffee that had long gone cold, when I saw her standing under a broken umbrella, laughing at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
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
