Stream of Consciousness

Word of the Day: 飴
since after my finals. I accidentally got locked out of my apartment last night because I wanted to go out. I told myself, " Just some BBQ sliders and 2 drinks and I'll leave. " half way walking there I realize, the keys were not in my purse and my feet were soaked because my sneakers are breathable cloth ones, not meant to be out in the weather with.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lie at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still,’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Confessions
The Loyalty Test I Never Meant to Take — and the Truth It Revealed About Us. AI-Generated.
I never planned to test him. I’m not the type of person who plays games, sets traps, or sends fake messages pretending to be someone else. I believed trust was something you built, not something you investigated.
By Aliabout a month ago in Confessions
I Survived My Worst Decision
The Moment That Changed Everything We all have that one decision we wish we could take back. Mine wasn’t small. It wasn’t the kind of mistake you laugh about years later. It was the kind of choice that left scars, the kind that made me question who I was and whether I’d ever be okay again.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Confessions
The Prophecy I Chose to Live In — And Why Everything Became Possible.
There’s a moment every creator remembers. Not the first script. Not the first reel that goes viral. Not the first stranger who believes in you.
By Lyon Gaberabout a month ago in Confessions
Living with Autism
All my life I have been called strange or misinterpreted. My face was always a blank slate growing up that others would project onto or use as a sign that I am not interested in therm. My actions were not ever taken louder than my face. Usually my face is taken as being different or stoic. It has been harsh lately when my face was taken to mean I was looking irritated, something it has never been taken as before until I met passive aggressive people.
By Seashell Harpspring about a month ago in Confessions
dearest virgil,. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
how are you, my consummate friend? now that we are in the same state again for the first time in years, it feels as though we couldn't be further apart. have you managed to escape your hell? i fear i have only managed to postpone my own.
By kpabout a month ago in Confessions
I Hid My Pain Like a Tattoo
I used to believe that the strongest people were the ones who didn’t show their pain. So I became good—too good—at hiding mine.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Confessions
“I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late
I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late BY: Khan I used to believe that losing yourself was a dramatic event—something loud, obvious, impossible to miss. I thought it happened in a single moment, like a crack in a mirror. But the truth is quieter. Sometimes you don’t notice it happening at all. Sometimes it feels like nothing. Just small choices, tiny compromises, little silences… until one day you wake up and the person staring back at you isn’t you anymore.
By Khan about a month ago in Confessions
She Came To Preach To Me, But We Ended Up Having Sex. Content Warning.
The story you’re about to read is not fiction; it was shared anonymously with us, and we’ve chosen to share this message with everyone. While the content of the confession may be unsettling to some, it serves as a powerful testament to the experiences faced by individuals who choose to remain anonymous. We believe in providing a platform for diverse narratives, even those that may evoke strong emotions or discomfort. It is a reminder that everyone’s journey is unique, and sharing these stories fosters understanding and empathy within our community.
By 18 plus homeabout a month ago in Confessions
I Love to Write Horror Stories in the Rain
I have written so many horror stories throughout my life. I started in the 9th grade, and ever since, I have grown obsessed with writing horror stories. But there is something about writing a horror story during the rain. Especially when it comes to the crazy big storms, it feels even more special.
By Emy Quinnabout a month ago in Confessions
The Lesson I Learned Too Late
✨ The Lesson I Learned Too Late How One Mistake Taught Me Everything I Needed to Know Too Late --- BY: Ubaid I used to believe that time was elastic — that it stretched as far as I needed and waited patiently for me to grow up, to say the right things, to make the right decisions. I lived like tomorrow was guaranteed, like apologies could always be made later, and like life had the patience to entertain my stubbornness.
By Ubaid about a month ago in Confessions