Friendship
When I see a pile of dirt, it reminds me of you. Top Story - October 2025.
So that title really doesn’t paint the best picture. Allow me to explain. I’m sure we all do it; we have something in life that might remind us of someone. You might smell a particular perfume, and it reminds you of a woman you once knew, or you hear a song that brings back memories of a road trip you did with two other mates. This is one of those scenarios, just probably less flattering for my friend.
By D-Donohoe3 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
The Light in Her Window
Every evening at exactly 7 p.m., Hamza walked down the narrow lane that led to the small white house at the edge of the village. The villagers had grown used to the sight of him—an old man with a walking stick, holding a single red rose.
By Ghalib Khan3 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
The Moment Our Hearts Met
I never believed in love at first sight—until the day I met her. It was a rainy Thursday afternoon, the kind where the sky seems to mourn everything you’ve lost and everything you haven’t found yet. I was running late for work, my shoes soaked and my coffee lukewarm, when I noticed her. She was standing outside a small bookstore, her hair drenched, her umbrella broken, laughing at the sky as if the rain had come just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
We Should All Feel Wonderful Every Day
Introduction A ten-year-old post from Seven Days In showing that my attitudes have not changed much. It's just about caring for others and supporting them if you can, and how giving can be as gratifying as receiving.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Confessions
THE DAY MY MOTHER TOLD ME THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FATHER
I was seventeen when my mother sat me down at the kitchen table, the same one where I had done my homework and eaten birthday cake for years. The afternoon light came through the window, turning the dust in the air into tiny floating stars. She had been quiet all morning, moving slowly, her face pale in a way that made me nervous. I thought she was sick, or maybe she had lost her job. I didn’t expect her to change everything I believed about my life.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
THE NIGHT MY BEST FRIEND DISAPPEARED
It has been ten years since the night my best friend disappeared, but I still remember every detail as if it happened yesterday. The smell of rain, the faint hum of streetlights, the sound of her laughter fading into the dark. Some nights I still wake up hearing her voice calling my name.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Confessions
“The Last Letter She Never Read”
I met her on a quiet Tuesday evening at a bookstore tucked between two abandoned shops. She was standing in the poetry section, her fingers tracing the spines of old books with the kind of reverence that made me stop in my tracks. I didn’t know it then, but that moment would mark the start of something I would never forget.
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
💔 When a Soul Leaves: The Unbearable Silence After Losing a Beloved Dog
There are moments in life when time simply stops. When the world becomes unbearably quiet, and the familiar rhythm of love that filled our days disappears — not because love ended, but because the heart that carried it is gone.
By Stefano D'angello3 months ago in Confessions
