Friendship
The Iron Confession
The rhythm of the rails. That's what gets you. Not the click-clack, not even the grinding steel, but the steady, relentless push forward. Each jolt a small, sharp reminder that you’re moving, that you chose this, that there's no going back. The car was empty. Practically empty. Just me, hunched over a window streaked with rain and grime, and some old man snoring two rows back, his face hidden by a newspaper from yesterday. Or maybe the day before. Doesn't matter. He wasn't looking at me. Nobody was.
By HAADI17 days ago in Confessions
I felt loved.
For the first time I felt different. I felt like I don't have to pretend anymore. I was accepted as I was. Oldest friend of mine, whom I met after completing my 10th grade. I joined an institute that would cover the gap between 10th and 11th basically called bridge course. I joined the afternoon classes but it felt like my whole day was occupied. So, during last days, I changed my class time and shifted to morning classes.
By Samairaa 19 days ago in Confessions
The Love That Still Haunts Her
Juliet was thirteen the first time the world truly broke her. Before that, she'd always known she was different — but it hadn’t been punished yet. She thought maybe, if she was just sweet enough, just smart enough, just kind enough, the world would leave her alone. It didn’t.
By Shelley Rosetti20 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 20 days ago in Confessions
How To Make Your Partner Feel Valued Every Day
Emotional connection and satisfaction in long-term relationships are crucial and depend on the feeling of valuation. Once the partners feel valued, they would feel that they belong, secure and that they are loved. Such an emotional identification helps to build intimacy, mutual respect, and general happiness in the relationship. On the other hand, resentment and distance as well as miscommunication may occur when one of the partners perceives themselves as undervalued. Recognizing the importance of appreciating one another on a daily basis will enable the couples to work on their relationship. Through deliberate actions to prove that one appreciates him and values him at all times, partners establish a space where the partners feel observed, listened to, and truly loved, which is essential to the continuation of the strong and satisfying relationship.
By Steve Waugh22 days ago in Confessions
How To Build Stronger Bonds Through Active Listening Skills
Listening is not just hearing, but it is a deliberate process of listening to a partner to comprehend, empathize and intellectually respond to thoughts and emotions of a partner. It is the basis of emotional intimacy, trust and reciprocal respect in romantic relationships. In case partners are active listeners, they show that the feelings and views of the other party are important. Such attentiveness helps to establish a bond and minimize misunderstandings. Learning how listening affects the dynamics of relationships will motivate the couple to be more willing to engage with each other deliberately rather than merely talking about meaningless things, and making daily experiences an occasion to build the relationship.
By Steve Waugh22 days ago in Confessions
The Unlit Ballroom
The weight of it, Jesus, it was a physical thing. Sat across from her at the kitchen table, the fluorescent light above humming, buzzing, too bright for this hour. For this moment. It bleached the color from everything, made Eleanor’s face look stark, tired. My hands, clammy things, were clamped tight under the table, knuckles white. Stomach twisted in knots, a fist clenching around something sharp, something metallic. Been practicing the words for weeks. Whispered them into the bathroom mirror, into the empty air of my car on the way to work, into the deep, unforgiving night. Never sounded right. Always too small, too flimsy for the chasm they had to cross. My tongue felt thick, a slug in my mouth.
By HAADI23 days ago in Confessions
Now Be Thankful
Introduction The inspiration for this was the Fairport Convention song, and while I feel we should be thankful for things in our lives, we should not just accept the bare minimum in things, but we should always be part of what makes things better for us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 23 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 HAADI24 days ago in Confessions
The Shard Below
The cold seeps into my bones quicker these days. Not just the ocean cold, though God knows there's plenty of that down at six hundred feet. No, this cold is older, colder. It's in the marrow, a reminder of what I saw, what I did, what I *didn't* do. I'm too old for this, my hands shaking even before I clip the lines, but I keep coming back. Gotta keep coming back.
By HAADI25 days ago in Confessions
