Humanity
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 McKnight28 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 McIntosh28 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
The Grave of Silence. Content Warning.
They called me cruel. But they never looked at what they left behind. I wish they could see the broken side of me—the part they help create. The part that still wakes with me. Still follows me like a shadow, never gone, always just beneath the surface.
By Elisa Wontorcik29 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 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 McKnight30 days ago in Confessions
Unspoken rules of the modern dating world
Exploring the Nuances of Modern Dating, Navigating Unwritten Rules and Expectations In today's dating landscape, a blend of tradition, technology, and evolving social dynamics shapes the unspoken guidelines that govern our romantic interactions. While explicit advice on dating is readily available, it's the subtle, unspoken rules that truly influence our behavior when it comes to seeking and maintaining relationships. These unwritten standards impact how we present ourselves, communicate our desires, handle conflicts, and navigate vulnerability.
By Actual Bitabout 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
