Humanity
One Day At A Time
“Are you ready?” she asks, diming the lights with the dial on the wall. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I admit as I lean back against the chair, allowing my head to relax against the back and hang slightly. Just enough to where I don’t feel like I’m holding up my head any longer.
By Erica Reed3 years ago in Confessions
Upwardly Mobile
It was Saturday and Julia found herself once again anxiously peering out of her living room window looking for him. She ached to see her postman, with his chiselled jaw and firm thighs, standing at her front door holding out the promised brown paper package. Staring out at the car choked street running past her terraced house down to the seafront she was conscious of her curtains dangling precariously from the broken plastic tracking above. She shuffled in threadbare slippers to the middle of the small bay, craning her neck. The only movement to be seen was litter in the wind.
By Agathos Daimon3 years ago in Confessions
i'm trying to write my first book
Like many people, I signed on to do NaNoWriMo last year, in 2021. I actually beat the challenge, I wrote all of the words I needed and now my 'manuscript' of 110k words sits in my Google Drive completely motionless. I can't get up the energy to fix that ten-millionth plot hole that I found or that one character's consistent inconsistencies.
By Jaimie3 years ago in Confessions
Never Underestimate a Cycle Breaker
I've been committed to breaking the cycle of generational trauma for sometime now. I came from a severely dysfunctional home. My mother was married to a narcisscist who ruined her life. I apparently keep getting into relationships where men ruin my life. My ex was so abusive that it drove me to a drinking problem. I fall in love with potential. I fall in love with the future of what I want them to be. I disregard the red flags. And because of that, I self-destruct.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
The Genuine Threat To All Art By AI
Introduction I saw this Instagram post from Francesco Simone Savi and it got me thinking about how AI is seeping into all art creation. Months ago I was alerted to an article where an artist was saying they were under threat from AI generated art. I replied to it is the article below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Popcorn Ceiling
White crumbling popcorn. An ocean on the ceiling above. My gaze fixed and faded upon a nothingness. Transferred out of my resting body away. I am not here for this moment. I’m laying in my ex-girlfriend's bed. She’s side-spooning me as I am parked on my back. My hands are vessels of ambiguity. Softly rubbing her head holding her hand as she so softly moans herself into resolution. The pain of the moment isn’t without the pleasure of its creation. There was some semblance of fawning for my presence.
By Shot in the Dark Pictures3 years ago in Confessions
I wasn’t into feminism
So during my junior years of high school I didn’t identify as a feminist, I didn’t really think my self as someone who extremely discouraged the inequality between men and women. Yes I knew there was s pay gap and I figured that should be something thatshiuld change and yeh there were sometimes more men than women in the work place.
By Rose3 years ago in Confessions
Drowsy
Mistletoe. Makes you very kissable and very drowsy. That is the nature of the plant. It caresses your mind, it caresses your body. A slave that will bring on the end of human kind, in one single green fungi. The cat ran into the empty box of coffee pods, it was hillarious. Not knowing that it was there in the first place. Maybe it had eaten some of the infamous mistletoe on its way out. Cats are such a curious breed, it just makes you want to giggle. The sound waves they can hear are incredible. And the fact that they can hear in the dark is also awesome, echolocation, I think it is called. If I am not mistaken.
By Alex Jennett3 years ago in Confessions
