Embarrassment

The Weight of the Falling Quiet
The streetlights outside Elias’s window were just dim blurs now, swallowed by the relentless descent. Big, fat flakes, not the tiny stinging kind, but soft, almost lazy, piling up fast. They coated everything, smoothed out the sharp edges of the world. Power lines, fences, the gnarled branches of the old oak in his yard — all turned into soft, white ridges. The quiet. God, the quiet. That was the worst part, always.
By HAADI20 days ago in Confessions
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing, Why the Future Is Not Decided
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing—and Why the Future Is Not Decided In recent years, the phrase “World War 3” has moved from history books into daily conversation. It appears in news headlines, political speeches, social media debates, and comment sections across the internet. For many people, it represents a growing fear that the world is drifting toward another global catastrophe. But fear alone does not explain why this idea has become so powerful—or why it demands careful discussion rather than panic.
By Wings of Time 21 days ago in Confessions
The Last Train to Nowhere
The rain lashed against the window, thick sheets of it blurring the already featureless landscape. Black. Just black. The old train rattled, a constant, low growl that vibrated through my bones, through the cheap fabric of the seat. Empty car. Just me and the rhythmic squeal of the wheels on wet tracks. An easy escape. That’s what I told myself. A clean break. But my hands, they wouldn’t stop shaking. Not even a little. Clenched tight, white knuckles, like they were trying to hold onto something that was already gone.
By HAADI21 days ago in Confessions
The Glare of Ghost Street
The rain was a cold, constant whisper, a thousand tiny accusations hitting the asphalt. It didn’t let up. Just this endless, soft drumming, washing over everything, blurring the edges of a city that never really slept, just sagged into a kind of tired stupor. I watched it pool in the cracks of the sidewalk, each puddle a shattered mirror, catching the smeared smears of neon from the dive bar, the pizza joint, the flashing vacancy sign of the motel that always smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale regret. Red, blue, sickly green, all twisting and shimmering in the black water. Looked like blood in some places, bruising in others.
By HAADI23 days ago in Confessions
The Stain of Blue
The rain came down in sheets, a cold, relentless drum solo on the city's concrete stage. It wasn't a gentle drizzle; this was the kind that soaked through your jacket in minutes, clung to your eyelashes, and made every neon sign bleed into the slick, black puddles. I walked slow, head down, the hood of my worn-out sweatshirt doing little to keep the chill from my neck. Each puddle was a shattered mirror, reflecting the lurid greens of the liquor store, the frantic reds of the Chinese takeout, the electric blues of the strip club called 'Heaven' that was anything but.
By HAADI25 days ago in Confessions
The Grand Accident of Absolutely Nothing
Nobody knew exactly when the problem began, mostly because nobody was paying attention. This was normal for the town of Blunderfield, where attention was considered a dangerous hobby and thinking too hard could result in mild confusion or, worse, responsibility.
By Gaurav Gupta26 days ago in Confessions
She don’t like you
She don’t like you — and that truth feels dangerous, raw, unsettling. It hits you in the chest before it settles in your mind. You hear it, and something inside you snaps awake. I know. I was you. Chasing. Hoping. Giving. Trying to earn affection that never came. I learned the hard way that women not liking you isn’t about your worth — it’s about a deeper game you didn’t know you were in. A game about value, identity, attraction, and where real loyalty actually comes from. Strap in. This is the truth that changes everything.
By Randolphe Tanoguem28 days ago in Confessions
When Power Ignored Responsibility
A Complaint on Trump: When Power Ignored Responsibility Leadership is not measured by how loudly one speaks, but by how carefully one acts. In times of global uncertainty, the world looks to powerful nations not for dominance, but for stability, cooperation, and restraint. When leadership becomes impulsive, personal, or dismissive of global responsibility, the consequences are not limited to borders. They ripple outward, affecting lives far beyond any single nation.
By Wings of Time 29 days ago in Confessions
The Archivist's Burden
The air in the Grand Reading Room always felt thin, even at midday, but tonight, past closing, it was a chokehold. Elias moved through the hushed expanse, his footsteps absorbed by the thick Persian rugs that had outlasted generations of scholars. Every oak shelf, every towering stack, seemed to lean in, heavy with unspoken histories, with the weight of paper and time. He was a creature of habit, an archivist by trade, but tonight wasn't about cataloging the past. Tonight was about burying it deeper, or maybe, finally, unearthing it.
By HAADI29 days ago in Confessions
The Poetry Dimension. Top Story - December 2025.
I have been telling stories since I first learned to speak. I’ve been writing since I first had the motor control to grip a pencil in my little ravioli fist. One of my two Bachelors degrees is in Creative Writing, for goodness sake! I like to imagine, dear friends and enemies, that I have made somewhat of a life for myself out of the written word. But if this is the case, dear reader, then why does poetry confuse and upset me so damn much?
By Steven Christopher McKnightabout a month ago in Confessions
Meghan Markle and the Silence That Speaks Louder Than Words
Meghan Markle is once again in the spotlight, not for her public appearances, interviews, or charity work, but for her relationship with the one person she hasn’t spoken to in years: her father. Recent reports reveal that Thomas Markle is in the hospital, yet the communication from Meghan has been minimal, raising questions about the nature of their fractured bond.
By Behind the Curtainabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 飴
since after my finals. I accidentally got locked out of my apartment last night because I wanted to go out. I told myself, " Just some BBQ sliders and 2 drinks and I'll leave. " half way walking there I realize, the keys were not in my purse and my feet were soaked because my sneakers are breathable cloth ones, not meant to be out in the weather with.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions