Stream of Consciousness
11 Foolproof Ways Your Partner Might Be Cheating - And Doing it Better Than You Ever Could
While guys take most of the heat when it comes to cheating, for leaving trails of receipts, and glitter behind, wives can lead a double life so seamlessly you’d think they’re part-time CIA.
By Nia Knox7 months ago in Confessions
I Wanted to be a Marine Biologist
I Wanted to Be a Marine Biologist My father has a sister, Debbie. I called her “Aunt Debbie.” Debbie is honestly the nicest person I am blood related to besides my Uncle Bill. Debbie lived in Anderson, Indiana. In her bathroom, her toilet seat covers, shower covers, soap dispensers, and whatever the fuck else you can put in a bathroom were covered in a fish design. I found it so fascinating, the colors, the shapes, and sizes these creatures could come in. I found it beautiful at such a young age. Now, my aunt’s fish addiction went past the bathroom walls. Fish decorations flooded the house—might I add her house was really well furnished for Anderson in the early 2000s—but besides that, she had one betta fish. Honestly forgot the name.
By mark cunningham7 months ago in Confessions
Hurt someone with the truth, but never make them happy with a lie
The shard of mirror trembled slightly in Mara’s hand, reflecting a fractured image of her own tear-streaked face. It was an imperfect reflection—distorted, broken, but undeniably real. In her other hand, she clutched a fragile, crumpled piece of paper, its edges worn from countless folds and unfolded attempts to smooth it out.
By Mahayud Din7 months ago in Confessions
What I Didn’t Say at the Funeral
I didn’t speak at your funeral. I sat in the second row, behind Aunt Mel and your church friends, and watched the slideshow flicker across the screen—your smile looping in grainy photos, your laughter reduced to silence. I kept my hands folded in my lap, fingers digging into my own skin to keep the tears from falling too soon.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in Confessions
I Was Homeless at 19. This Is What No One Tells You.
I still remember the night I slept behind the grocery store like it’s tattooed into my skin, the smell of sour milk leaking from the dumpster, the concrete digging into my hip, and the way the cold seeped through my hoodie like I wasn’t even there.
By Ava Writes Truth7 months ago in Confessions
Dear Brain, Please Stop Being So Loud When I’m Just Trying to Live
Dear brain, Can we talk? You’ve been really loud lately. Not in a screaming, dramatic way—more like a constant, low hum of “What ifs” and “You shoulds” that never really go away. You’re always busy up there, even when the world around me is quiet.
By The Healing Hive7 months ago in Confessions
