Secrets

The Man I Want to Kneel For. . Content Warning.
Part 1 - I don’t want to be loved halfway. I want to be consumed and to give myself to only one man who can handle me.
By Rere5 months ago in Confessions
How I Found Strength in Silence
Introduction There was a time in my life when silence scared me. It felt empty, awkward, even lonely. I would fill every moment with music, conversations, notifications—anything to avoid the stillness. I thought silence meant nothing was happening.
By Fazal Hadi5 months ago in Confessions
BURNED AFTER WRITING (English and Italian Version)
I’ve kept secret an action I took about two years ago. I hid it because I’m ashamed. I locked it away in the basement. Those days were horrible, forced to keep the truth buried.
By Giada Gali 5 months ago in Confessions
The Night Brandon Swanson Vanished: America’s Enduring Mystery
Who Was Brandon Swanson? Brandon Swanson, a vibrant 19-year-old college student from Marshall, Minnesota, was the kind of young man who radiated warmth and optimism. Known for his infectious cheerfulness, a deep love for adventure, and an unshakeable bond with his family, Brandon had a future brimming with possibility. His friends remember him as a responsible yet fun-loving individual, always ready to share a laugh, lend a helping hand, or embark on a new outdoor exploration. He dreamed of building a life filled with purpose and joy, embodying the spirit of youth and hope.
By Amanullah5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 9
In the previous section, I explained how people are easily influenced by the digital world. People lead fake lives on social media, and I know that in a country where I live, people pay $1,000 just for a single image (a real example of entrepreneurship).
By TheNaeth5 months ago in Confessions
CHAPTER IX — A Beast Risen Amid Ashes
I have never died, not even during at my most desperate, desperate moments during death. They do not know--they could never guess--that I disobeyed the Angel of Death itself, and gently told him,
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 months ago in Confessions
The Notes Left Unheard.
The Song She Never Heard It was nearly midnight when Daniel closed the lid of the piano. The room smelled faintly of cedar and rain from the open window. He’d been playing for hours, chasing a melody that never seemed to settle.
By Adil Khalid5 months ago in Confessions
When Love Wasn’t Enough — But Still Everything
I never believed in “right person, wrong time” — not until I lived it. We met during a season of chaos. My life was a blur of unfinished healing and unspoken pain. He was focused, driven, but quietly tired — tired of expectations, tired of always doing what was right instead of what he truly wanted. Neither of us was looking for love. But love, as I’ve come to learn, doesn’t wait for your permission. It simply arrives.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
In the Glow of Orange Lilies, Grandma Lives On
Whenever I see orange lilies, I see my grandmother’s face and remember her laugh. My grandmother grew orange lilies in her garden facing the pathway. She always found beauty in plants and stories. She also loved roses and tried to grow a rose bush despite it being too close to the house where the earth was not as rich in elements. But the lilies, they remind me best of my grandmother’s smile and warm touch. and the lilies remind me of her love for both.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár5 months ago in Confessions
Why I Stay On Vocal
Introduction I often write about writing on Vocal and certainly repeat myself a lot, but sometimes you have to repeat yourself to emphasise what you are trying to say.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Confessions
From Rock Bottom to Renewal: Gregory Blotnick’s Journey in Essays: De Rerum Natura
Speaking Truth to Pain Life has a way of breaking us down before it builds us up. For Gregory Blotnick, that harsh truth isn’t just a cliché. It’s the crucible in which his latest collection, Essays: De Rerum Natura, was forged. Thirty raw, unflinching essays born from personal collapse, they navigate the darkest corners of human nature and chart a path from destruction to redemption.
By Gregory Blotnick5 months ago in Confessions
The Letter That Arrived Too Late
It had been raining for three days, the kind of steady, unhurried rain that soaks into everything. The streets outside Claire’s bookstore were slick and shining under the streetlamps. People passed with umbrellas tilted forward, their faces hidden.
By Hubaib ullah5 months ago in Confessions