Secrets
I'm not a Killer
Rain beats against my car. The wipers swish, back and forth; back and forth, as sheets of rain pour down my windshield. The wipers are rotted and the inside of the windshield is now fogged up, so I cannot see. I follow the tail lights in front of me…moving…free.
By Mindy Reed8 months ago in Confessions
KitchenAid KSM150 vs KSM192: Which is Right for you?
KitchenAid stand mixers are super popular for people who love to bake and cook. If you choose between the KitchenAid KSM150 and KSM192 with Premium Touchpoints, this will help. Both look the same and mix great, but some small differences might make one better for you. Let’s take a look!
By Imran.Bin.Ilias8 months ago in Confessions
I am as chalant as it gets
Oh, act like you don't care! Don't show emotions or else you will be deemed uncool, don't smile too loud, be silent about your victories, don't be so passionate about the things you love, don't text first, don't reach out first, play hard to get- oh, and the list goes on. The new trend of being the mysterious black cat is the propaganda I am not falling for, don't get me wrong, it is not something I am against or hold my grudge against. I truly believe if you are authentically like that, there is nothing wrong with being that way, but for all the ones who actually are yappers and the ones who fill the room with love and light, this trend just invalidates their existence.
By Hridya Sharma8 months ago in Confessions
My Body Forgot to Forget
They told me I was better. That after twenty-six sessions, five hundred and something dollars, and an entire box of off-brand tissues, I was over it. Neatly folded trauma, filed alphabetically under “C” for childhood stuff that wasn’t that bad anyway, placed into the drawer of memory marked Resolved.
By Amar Habeeb8 months ago in Confessions
The Frozen Lake
A Note Before the Story There’s a kind of love that never quite fades — not even with years of silence, miles of distance, or seasons lost to memory. This is a story about that kind of love. About someone I couldn’t forget. And a frozen lake that still remembers us both.
By Jon Santana8 months ago in Confessions
Unsent Echoes
Some moments are quiet reflections in time that stretch like shadows, timeless yet enigmatic. It’s quite strange how often I’ve thought of her, not with sharp, aching, loud bursts as would come with tragedy, but interspersed with calm murmurs of remembrance that comfortingly sneak in during the in-between hours: the intervals between meetings, the cough of silence that follows delight, and the stillness right before slumber.
By Rahat Rezuan8 months ago in Confessions
How I Turned My Side Hustle into R10,000 with No Followers
How I Turned My Side Hustle into R10,000 with No Followers When people think of side hustle success, they imagine influencers with massive followings, viral posts, or expensive ad campaigns. But my story is different. I made R10,000 in profit from my side hustle—without any followers, fancy branding, or even a proper website at first.
By sol sessions8 months ago in Confessions
