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When Life Slows You Down to Teach You Something Important. AI-Generated.
By Fatima Sami ⸻ Life does not always change with loud moments or dramatic events. Sometimes, it changes quietly, through pauses we did not plan and outcomes we did not expect. These moments often arrive disguised as disappointment, delay, or failure. At first, they feel like obstacles. Later, they reveal themselves as lessons.
By Fatima Sami 10 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 子羊
I am just trying to talk to Jahon now and he keeps on talking about strange things, I think he is just testing my capability to do things but I am really maintaining my timer, I really have to live by that for real. I mean he is wanting food and stuff and I am like, " eat whatever is in the fridge. " Since he sort of passed out before we could go to the food court.
By Kayla McIntosh11 days ago in Confessions
USA, Israel, and Iran-What’s Really Happening
Tensions in the Middle East: USA, Israel, and Iran — What’s Really Happening In the past few days, international attention has focused on a high-profile meeting between Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former U.S. President Donald Trump at Trump’s private estate in Florida. The talks were not about routine diplomacy — they centered on growing concerns over Iran’s ballistic missile and nuclear programs and how the United States and Israel might respond.
By Wings of Time 13 days ago in Confessions
The Unspooling Hour
The dust motes in the weak afternoon light danced, suspended, just like everything else in this goddamn house. Especially me. The air itself felt thick, like old velvet. My eyes, they just slid back to it, always back to the grandfather clock in the corner. Heavy oak, dark with age and neglect, its face a cracked porcelain moon. Most clocks, they tick forward, right? Mark the passage, the relentless march. Not this one. This one, the second hand, it dragged itself counter-clockwise. Minutes, hours, days, peeling back like old wallpaper. It wasn’t a trick of the light, wasn’t my tired eyes. It was real. A quiet defiance of everything. A promise, maybe. Or a cruel joke, I still haven't figured that out, even now, with the taste of ash in my mouth. My fingers trembled on the armrest, the worn fabric shedding little threads. Little pieces of everything.
By HAADI16 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ホチキス. Top Story - December 2025.
I don't know the word for Staples. I remember I used to think that Hochikisu was an Onomatopoeia for a stapler rather than a brand name. I am pretty sure I already have this title as a theme, which is making me feel many sort of ways as Vocal is harassing me about payments currently.
By Kayla McIntosh16 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 21 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 HAADI24 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 HAADI25 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of White Silence
The snow fell like ash, thick and quiet, eating every sound the city usually made. It was past two in the morning. Arthur stood by the kitchen window, a mug of cold coffee forgotten on the counter. His breath fogged the glass, a ghostly smear against the endless white. Outside, the streetlights cast long, distorted shadows of snow-laden branches, and the world was utterly, unnervingly still. Not a car. Not a dog. Just the whisper of flakes hitting the pane, a sound so soft it only emphasized the hollow space inside his skull.
By HAADI28 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
The Archivist's Burden
The air in the Grand Reading Room always felt thin, even at midday, but tonight, past closing, it was a chokehold. Elias moved through the hushed expanse, his footsteps absorbed by the thick Persian rugs that had outlasted generations of scholars. Every oak shelf, every towering stack, seemed to lean in, heavy with unspoken histories, with the weight of paper and time. He was a creature of habit, an archivist by trade, but tonight wasn't about cataloging the past. Tonight was about burying it deeper, or maybe, finally, unearthing it.
By HAADI29 days ago in Confessions
