Secrets
echoes of my derangement
have you ever heard of a self-fulfilling prophecy? well, that's the story of my life. but instead of a nice, neat line, my path got twisted over itself creating echoes from my past into my present. maybe that's just part of growing up, but mine are all laid on top of each other like a mess of fingerprints on the windows of my soul. maybe that's just part of growing up, too, but i think it's probably not. this feels like one of those stories you tell where you think it's normal until everyone is sad at the end.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist2 months ago in Confessions
The Midnight Whistle:. AI-Generated.
Karachi is a metropolis of noise. Rickshaws rattle through slim lanes, vendors shout charges, and youngsters play cricket until the streetlights flicker on. but in a single community near the old railway tracks, silence falls at nighttime. no longer due to the fact people sleep ā but because of the whistle.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
ramblings of a madwoman
so i think i figured out how, biomechanically speaking, metAlchemy works in the brains it works in (most/all) and why there might be an exception in my husband. ready to take a trip on the crazy train? it's about to get delusional in here, folks. here's your chance to walk away.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Knock at Midnight:. AI-Generated.
The night time became heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes each breath experience like a secret. Aisha sat alone in her dimly lit rental, her palms wrapped round a chipped porcelain mug. The tea inside had lengthy long gone bloodless, however she held it besides, as though the warmth would possibly return if she just waited long enough.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
Can you change your fate?
I guess it all depends on which angle you are looking at this, an argument can be made about how our actions led us down a certain path and eventually to a specific place and another can be made about how our environment is responsible for all the things we did. Either ways I think it all comes down to the same thing at the end of the day.
By real Jema2 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Letting Anxiety Drive
I used to wake up every morning with my heart already racing. Before my feet hit the floor, my mind had already played out every possible disaster that could happen that day. What if I said something awkward? What if my boss noticed I wasnāt doing enough? What if my friends secretly didnāt like me? Anxiety was a constant background hum that never turned off.
By john dawar2 months ago in Confessions
aspirations of grandeur
i'm becoming more comfortable with the idea that i have a delusional disorder. in fact, it would do a great deal to explain why i have persistent delusions about my identity that go back for years. that, or because i married someone who believed everything my delusional thirteen-year-old self said back then as part of a folie Ć deux. see, my life is and always has been a wild ride, even when it isn't. come with me on a quick jaunt through the highlights.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist2 months ago in Confessions
Little Acts of Feminism You Should Start Using Immediately
I came across a TikTok recently that stopped me mid-scroll. A woman had shared a list of her āmicrofeminismsā, small, deliberate things she does every day to push back against the quiet expectations placed on her, and the comments were full of women adding their own. Tiny acts of resistance stacking up in the thousands.
By No Oneās Daughter2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ćć°ćć
I don't really need to write anything but I think I want to just get used to sitting at the dining table again to work on homework. I need to work on the presentation tomorrow but I am trying to follow my todo list faithfully and it says that homework is up next.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
