Dating
Her Own Terms
Nina stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Ava's contact name. They'd been texting back and forth for weeks now—ever since they'd been paired for the literature project. What started as discussions about symbolism in poetry had somehow evolved into late-night conversations about everything and nothing.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 執着
I made mapo tofu for some protein. I got to visit Daidai's stream on youtube, it was nice, I do enjoy just hanging out there. Daidai is a Mangaka who I am pretty sure has some sort of mental illness but I am sort of messed up to so we just gel together naturally. I consider him a colleague since we both do art but maybe a superior since he is so dedicated to his craft. I bought some stuff from him before.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Two strangers seated side-by-side on a long overnight train ride. Content Warning.
The notebook feels cheap under my fingers, the cardboard cover flimsy. This pen is already starting to skip. But it’s midnight, and the train is a dark serpent sliding through the sleeping countryside, and I can’t sleep. The hum is in my bones. That low, metallic thrumming that feels like being inside a giant, moving creature. It’s the sound of distance being eaten. The sound of leaving.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Do in the Dark. Content Warning.
October 12th I saw him again today. It’s stupid, really. The way my body reacts. A full-system reboot from a thirty-second interaction in a coffee line. It’s not even about the words. It’s about the space between them.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Prize Hunter and the Junkyard Trick
The Prize Hunter and the Junkyard Lesson BY:Khan Bashir Ahmed Bhatti, my old friend, has an unusual obsession. He is always chasing after prize schemes. Over the years, he has won several items through lucky draws—small and big prizes alike. A washing machine, a motorcycle, household appliances—he has collected them all, free of cost.
By Khan 4 months ago in Confessions
The Date
Passing the time, looking around and looking for a soul to accompany to follow, she continues to walk towards the dark small alley. So many feelings to hold, to resist, to procrastinate so no one will know how she feels. She continued to look, to see if she could find the smell, the shadow left by that man.
By Lasha Desela4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 一番. Top Story - September 2025.
I finally think I am back to my schedule again but I am so giddy talking to Sebastian today. I know it is because of the weed a little bit but I am enjoying the heck out of it. Some of the enthusiasm might be also because I got the clean bill of health from the doctors and I don't have to worry about dying from an orgasm. Hopefully at least.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Unsent, Unforgotten
We all have sentences inside us that were never spoken. Words that sat at the edge of our lips, waiting for courage, waiting for the right time—a time that never came. For me, those words weren’t just sentences. They were an entire letter.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Confessions
