Stream of Consciousness
Black Flower in My Hands
I remember the moment the black flower first appeared in my hands. It was early morning, just before dawn, when the sky still wore its veil of soft gray. I woke up as usual, groggy and fumbling for my phone, only to see something dark and unfamiliar resting on my palm.
By Amelia6 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Lost My Hero
I was fifteen when my father died. He had esophageal cancer. He drank milk constantly, chewed through TUMS like they were breath mints. For years, he just called it heartburn. He worked in a factory, ate spicy food, lived hard, and kept going. The diagnosis came late, and the end came fast.
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 引っ越し
Sorry for not writing in a while, I have been very busy. I finally moved into my new apartment! I have already stayed 4 nights here and I am pretty happy about it. I get to eat and sleep when I want, and once my Luna controller get here from amazon, I will be able to play games as well.
By Kayla McIntosh6 months ago in Confessions
THE Awakening
Continuation of the series Shadow of Love This is the story of those who believed—believed that love could heal, transform, and conquer all. Those who gave endlessly, hoping their warmth would melt even the coldest heart. Who stayed, forgave, and tried—thinking that love alone could rewrite the story. But in the end, were left with empty hands…and a heart full of lessons.
By Saffron Realm6 months ago in Confessions
9 Stories from strangers that Reminded me Life is Moments of meaning.
You don’t always need a seminar or a self-help guru to remind you what truly matters in life. Sometimes, it only takes a stranger on the street, a whispered phrase over coffee, or a silent moment at a traffic light.
By Nicolas J.D6 months ago in Confessions
The Moment I Realized Vulnerability Was My Greatest Strength
INTRODUCTION I'll never forget the day I realized that vulnerability was not a weakness, but a strength. I was sitting in a therapist's office, struggling to come to terms with a painful experience from my past. I felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I didn't know how to put it down.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
The Song in the Attic
The Song in the Attic Maya and Jonah had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They lived on the same street, shared the same bus stop, and had a reputation for getting into the sort of harmless mischief that made teachers sigh and parents shake their heads. Their favorite hobby? Exploring.
By Malik BILAL6 months ago in Confessions
The Bench by the Pond.
God told me to go and sit. It wasn’t loud. No thunder or shaking walls. Just a soft, still nudge early in the morning at 5:28. I woke up with a sound playing in my head…. a tune I couldn’t quite place but it kept bugging me. I prayed at 6. Had a chat with Mummy. And while we were talking, the sound kept looping in the back of my mind like a song that won’t be quiet until it’s been sung.
By Test6 months ago in Confessions
