Dating
The Night That Changed Everything
I still remember the color of the sky that night—an impossible shade of dark blue, where the stars looked like scattered pieces of broken glass. The world was quiet, unnaturally so, as if it too was holding its breath. I had no idea when I left the house that evening that I would return a different person.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Confessions
The Hollow Children
Most people never notice them. They’re the polite couple next door, always smiling but somehow\... off. The child in your daughter’s class who never blinks quite right. The barista who never forgets your name, your order, or your past. They pass as human because they were made to.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Even Her Best Friend Never Knew — But Her Phone Knows
She smiled every single day. Her laughter was loud and contagious, echoing through rooms and brightening the hearts of everyone around her. People couldn’t help but be drawn to her energy. She was always there, always giving, always the one to lift others up when they felt low.
By Swathi9 months ago in Confessions
Honoring the Bravest: Minister’s Statement on International Firefighters Day
Introduction On May 4th, the world celebrates International Firefighters Day (IFFD), which honors the bravery, self-sacrifice, and unwavering dedication of firefighters worldwide. On this solemn yet inspiring day, government leaders, fire service organizations, and communities unite to acknowledge the essential role of firefighting professionals in saving lives and protecting property. The Minister for Emergency Services' commemorative address in 2025 drew global attention for its emotional depth, policy commitments, and steadfast support of the fire service community. An in-depth analysis of the Minister's statement for the 2025 International Firefighters Day is provided in this article. It looks at the event's larger historical context, thinks about the themes in the speech, talks about important policy initiatives that were announced, and looks at how firefighting organizations, citizens, and political stakeholders reacted. In the end, the article evaluates the long-term implications of the Minister's speech for the nation's emergency preparedness and fire services reform. It also delves into personal stories of heroism. Chapter 1: Origins and Significance of International Firefighters Day
By Krypton 9 months ago in Confessions
The Agony of Biggie. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Agony of Biggie: A Story of Despair and Silent Tears Biggie sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, his head heavy with the weight of a thousand regrets. Tyron, his one-year-old son, giggled as he tugged at his father’s shoelaces, blissfully unaware of the storm raging inside the man who held him. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional hum of the refrigerator—a broken relic that barely kept the milk from spoiling. Biggie’s phone buzzed—another rejection email. "We regret to inform you…" The words blurred as his eyes welled up. How many applications had he sent? Fifty? A hundred? Each one a silent plea for salvation, each rejection a nail in the coffin of his dignity.
By Kyle Ann9 months ago in Confessions
Weight We Pass On
Lena Holloway was known for her quiet brilliance. At thirty-two, she had a reputation as a meticulous architect — someone who could trace lines with surgical precision, as if trying to impose order on a chaotic world. Her designs were clean, controlled, and sharp. Much like Lena herself.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Cheating young woman
At about one in the morning, I lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and only the sound of my own breathing and heartbeat accompanied me in the silence. In desperation, I typed a sentence in the circle of friends: "Insomnia, severe insomnia, almighty circle of friends, who can save me?"
By Lucian9 months ago in Confessions
The Email I Should've Sent A Year Ago
I had no idea I'd be writing this. Now not. Not always in the end. However, there are times when silence becomes more burdensome than words, and speaking, even when it is too late, is the only way to lighten the load. Over a year has passed since our last conversation. It's amusing how time progresses but leaves some things behind. like shame. like recollections like the phrases that I never used. The last time we were together, I can recall. You were trying not to cry while cross-legged in front of the coffee shop window. I acted like I didn't notice. My words were calculated, and my voice remained cold. At least that's what I told myself. I was protecting myself. In reality, I was only afraid. fearful of making a mistake. fearful of being vulnerable. apprehensive that revealing my errors would make me seem insignificant to you. However, I wasn't perfect for you. You required sincerity. I needed to be there for you, not with arguments or pride, but with presence. You needed that. I also did not. So, the email I ought to have sent a year ago is here: I apologize. I apologize for speaking up when you needed comfort. I sincerely apologize for making you feel like your emotions were excessive. I apologise for acting as though I knew everything when in reality I was just afraid to face myself. You were correct. You were correct about my tendency to avoid actual conversations. When you said that I only listened to respond, not comprehend, you were correct. Additionally, you were absolutely correct when you stated that I was unable to express my regret without providing an explanation. But there are no justifications this time. only the truth You gave someone so much of yourself—your time, your energy, and your heart—that they couldn't even properly express their gratitude. And when things went wrong, I quietly convinced myself that I had been hurt and let you take the blame. Perhaps I was. However, that did not grant me permission to hurt you back. I miss your chuckle. the manner in which you used to check in on me even when you were worn out. The fact that you valued me more than I valued myself. I treated you like a battlefield because you were my safe haven. I often wonder what would have transpired if I had simply stated, "I was wrong." Would our friendship continue? Would we still be healthy? I'm not sure. And I guess I will never. However, I am not writing for a response. Even though it is late, I am writing this because you deserve to hear it. even if we do not speak again. More than just a moment, you were. Not just a lesson. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner; you were love in motion. I hope all is well with you. I hope you are surrounded by people who are present, attentive, and caring in the same way I should have been. I hope you have found peace, the kind where you can breathe freely without making excuses. I still have a lot to learn. Continually making an effort to be the kind of person who apologizes without ego. Still attempting to be more gentle, considerate, and present. That is what your absence taught me. Additionally, I am grateful for that lesson. I wouldn't try to win the argument if I could go back. I would say, "I hear you," while holding your hand. I'm present. Also, I'm sorry." But because I can't go back, I'll say it now, with the same sincerity I couldn't find back then: I apologize. I wish you every conceivable happiness. Always.
By Siam Talukder 9 months ago in Confessions
