Stream of Consciousness
Help a Mother from Ukraine Recover from Medical Debt
Hello. My name is Kateryna, and I am a single mother from Ukraine. I never thought I would find myself writing a letter like this, but life sometimes leads us down unexpected and difficult paths. Today, I want to share my story with you — not to seek pity, but in the hope that kindness still exists in the world, and that even across great distances, hearts can find each other.
By Войченко Катерина9 months ago in Confessions
The Shopping List. Top Story - April 2025.
Author’s Note: A shopping list might seem like a simple thing, but it often carries all the small balances we try to keep in life — between what we want, what we need, and what we dream of. This poem is a lighthearted reflection of my own everyday choices, sprinkled with a bit of humor and honesty.
By Henrik Hageland9 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Tomorrow
The Weight of Tomorrow No one knew exactly when the city of Liora first began to dim. It happened slowly, like the silent falling of dust on an abandoned book. Some blamed the endless gray clouds that draped the sky like an old, heavy blanket. Others whispered of a "sorrow fever," a sickness of the spirit that had crept into their hearts.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
When the Stars Started Whispering"
No one truly believed it at first. The idea that the stars — those ancient, cold lights suspended across the black fabric of space — could speak to us seemed absurd. Astronomers chalked it up to interference, scientists waved it away as atmospheric anomalies, and philosophers merely smiled knowingly, as if they had been expecting it all along.
By Said Nawab9 months ago in Confessions
Through My Silent Eyes
Through My Silent Eyes I was there when the house was full of laughter. It smelled like cinnamon and fresh coffee and something softer — like sunlight on wood floors. My family was everything: Mark, the strong one whose laugh filled the house; Claire, the soft one whose hands smelled like soap and vanilla; and Ellie, the little one with wild, golden hair who loved to sit on the floor with me, babbling in her baby voice.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Sent, But Could Never Speak: A Confession of Love and Heartache
this is probably the only heartbreak love themed "thing" I believe I'll ever write. a few years back I wrote a letter to my crush. writing this was so strenuous as I got really emotional writing it. my heart actually felt painful and heavy when I mastered up the courage and sent him the letter. after all these years...I still don't have him . without further adeu this is what I wrote to him-
By E. hasan9 months ago in Confessions
The Café on the Corner That Changed My Life
I never planned to walk into that café. It was raining—one of those soft drizzles that feels more like a whisper than a storm—and I had just missed my bus. I ducked into the nearest building, which happened to be a dusty little café nestled between a laundromat and a pawn shop. A hand-painted sign above the door read, Marigold Café—Est. 1972. I didn’t know it then, but that accidental detour would reroute my entire life.
By Nuhan Habib9 months ago in Confessions
📵I Tried Living Without My Phone for 7 Days—Here’s What Actually Happened
Day 1: Phantom Vibration Panic. The moment I switched my phone, I swear, I felt it vibrate in my pocket...though it wasn't there. It seemed my brain couldn't accept reality. I reached out at least 20 times that day. There is no Instagram, message, or Google. I was naked - as if I had left the house without pants. I realized I had distracted and even comforted myself.
By Arifur Zaman9 months ago in Confessions
