Secrets
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
A Deleted Telegram Account Tells The Truth
“Hope you are happy,” I texted during the holidays. Not read. I had hesitated even to send it. “Should I?” I wondered out loud. He wasn’t going to see it for days; I knew that much. He checked his Telegram profile rarely.
By MonalisaSmiled 3 years ago in Confessions
Freeze Your Fat for a Fee
*A Note to Readers: This story contains content on eating disorders. Reader disgression advised* I pulled my hood up and placed sunglass on my face for extra measure as I exited my car and walked across the parking lot. The storefront of a strip mall grew larger with each step until its awning was looming over me. I avoided eye contact with the vinyl window clings of life-sized women smiling next to enlarged photos of their stomachs. Red circles emphasized areas that contained fat or skin rolls. It reminded me of getting back a test in school, knowing it wasn’t going to be an ‘A’ by the amount of red ink that had bled through the paper. It was clear who the enemy was.
By Jenell Riesner 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
The King of Queens
It was like a movie or the beginning of a bad porno. I decided to spend the day at the beach in Queens, New York. I did yoga that morning and saw a film set pretending to be Puerto Rico for the sake of a tv show. I idled for a few hours, even speaking with one of the PAs about the set and how one could make a few industry friends for work.
By Indie Johnson3 years ago in Confessions
Unmasked
It’s really disappointing to me that this pandemic is ending, and everyone is unmasking. With my mask, I could move through crowds of people unnoticed, just one unremarkable person adrift in a sea of humanity. Unfortunately, my life is gradually returning to the hell it’s been since I was 4 years old. People will once again look at me and stare. The careless person who caused the crash walked away unscathed, but not me.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Confessions
"My boyfriend sent my private pictures to the roommate group."
It's said that no one can walk out of a boyfriend's phone with a smile. I used to take this as a joke all the time. Because my boyfriend is very good to me, maybe because of some love filters, in my eyes, he is sincere and cute.
By BinWei3 years ago in Confessions
Fake News which shook Thirukumar Nadesan in Malwana Mansion Case
People easily believe what has been highlighted in breaking news. Media channels also cover stories that contain controversies and make their guess without knowing the real truth. The way they address information to people, make them believe in unauthentic information. You all have heard a lot about the extremely highlighted Malwana Mansion case, in which the leading hospitality legend from Sri Lanka, Thirukumar Nadesan was framed to misuse public funds.
By Thirukumar Malwana Mansion3 years ago in Confessions
A HAIKU CALLED
This poem was inspired by the works of Kate Curry's blog regarding the Blue Chakra. You can view her website at: https://www.darngoodyarn.com/blogs/darn-good-blog/vishuddhi-the-throat-chakra-blue-color-theory#:~:text=The%20blue%20chakra%2C%20Vishuddhi%2C%20is,effectively%20use%20our%20creative%20energy.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Confessions
Yet Another Nigga Occupying My Psyche
I say over and over that I'm done with liking, I'm sorry pining after people who couldn’t give two shits and fart about me. I somehow continue to find myself in the loop of denial, one sided friendships and romantic comedies that don't reflect reality.
By Indie Johnson3 years ago in Confessions
