Humanity
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 19 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 HAADI21 days ago in Confessions
Metanoia:
I am not a woman. I am not a man. I am God — consciousness experiencing itself through human form. For generations, humanity has been told to look upward for divinity, to bow to power that sits outside of us. Yet the true message hidden in scripture — buried under translation and fear — has always pointed inward. “Repent,” Jesus said, but he was not demanding guilt or submission. The Greek word was *Metanoia,* and it meant “change your mind.” Upgrade your perception. Transcend the illusion that you are separate from the Divine.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.22 days ago in Confessions
I Married for Safety—and Slowly Disappeared. Content Warning.
Evelyn stood at the edge of the marina, breathing in the crisp, pine-scented air of the Canadian coast. It felt sharper—more alive—than the vanilla-scented stillness of the house waiting for her back in Maple Bay.
By hiba abo shawish22 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 22 days ago in Confessions
The Gardener's Sin
Elias kept to himself, always had. The old house, tucked away at the edge of town, became a silent fortress, a shell around the strange, pulsating heart of his obsession. Most folks figured he was just eccentric, a man who preferred dirt to company. They didn't know about the garden. Couldn't imagine it.
By HAADI25 days ago in Confessions
The Black Mark of AI
Now that I’ve returned to this site to seek out riches and attention for my own nefarious purposes, and as I comment on other people’s work in hopes that my selfishly-intentioned kindness will feed back into me in due time, I keep seeing the AI-generated content label everywhere. I appreciate the warning, and I skip any story that may have it. I suppose that’s why it’s there, so that people whose tastes oppose AI integration into art and media can gently invest their time and attention elsewhere. But I think this is indicative of a greater blight, something which breeds animosity between myself and the robots which lazy content spewers outsource the emotional and physical labor of writing to.
By Steven Christopher McKnight26 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 小説
I have eaten quite a bit. I don't know if that is from SAD, actual depression or my body reacting to a possible fetus developing in my body. I am not trying to overthink that last bit, well either way I am not overthinking it, I am just trying to deal with not stress eating in anyway.
By Kayla McIntosh27 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 Tanoguem27 days ago in Confessions
