Stream of Consciousness
Bentley Kyle Evans Affair Cheating: Love Affair With Tiffany Walker
My Passionate, Sensual Affair With Bentley Kyle Evans From The Tiffany Walker Herself I didn’t plan on falling in love or even dating a married man. That man being Hollywood producer Bentley Kyle Evans. He often would say the same thing. He would say he didn’t think I would be so sweet. He said that he didn’t view me as a fling, that I was way more than that to him. That he loved me and I'm his girlfriend. At first glance I found Bentley Kyle Evans attractive, but he was married, and relationships are not my forte, if were being honest. I initially came to his wrap party for "Mind Your Business" with intentions to network as an actress. I even shook his wife's hand twice and she told me I was so pretty. Networking being this fine is harder than expected.
By Tiffany Lily Walker7 months ago in Confessions
“The Empty Chair: The Story We All Live But Rarely Speak Of”
It always starts the same way. The morning light streams in through half-open blinds. The house is quiet, unnervingly so. There's toast left uneaten on a chipped plate, a coffee gone cold, and a single chair—empty.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
The grief I carry
I was 19 when my health declined. I was a child. I had no sense of what or who I wanted to be. I thought I had my whole life ahead of me. I thought I’d already experienced the worst thing I’d experience in my life, but my every day is now the absolute worst. My life was ripped out from under me before I had the chance to figure out my hopes and dreams. I lost my future before I even built it. I didn’t have the chance to build up my dreams and find my passions and have them be shattered. They were robbed from me before I got to even name them. I never got to “figure out who I want to be”… I was left to figured out how to survive in a body that makes my life absolutely miserable. I’m stuck forever grieving all the versions of me that I thought were possible, but will no longer see.
By Lia Cor8 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger in the Yellow Raincoat. AI-Generated.
The Stranger in the Yellow Raincoat It was the kind of evening that made you want to stay under a blanket forever. Rain lashed against the windows like angry fingers, and thunder rolled low over the hills of our small town. I had just brewed chamomile tea, settled into my worn-out armchair, and was flipping through a photo album I hadn’t touched in years when the knock came.
By Ali8 months ago in Confessions
