Stream of Consciousness
The Things We Bow To
"The Things We Bow To" — A Story About Idolatry Long ago, in a sun-scorched land, temples towered over the hills like monuments to forgotten truths. People came from all directions—merchants, mothers, shepherds, soldiers—each bringing something to offer. They laid their sacrifices before carved statues with eyes that never blinked and mouths that never spoke. Some were made of gold, others of wood or stone, each one shaped to represent power, beauty, love, or strength.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ぱりぱり
So today is Leo in Mars, it is supposed to be a great day and so far it has at least been interesting so I am glad about that. Though I am probably going to get a drink and draw tonight because this is too much of an adulting day or whatever. I am just annoyed at this point but my faith in this being a good day is still high.
By Kayla McIntosh9 months ago in Confessions
How I Found My Voice Through Writing — One Paragraph at a Time
I used to think a writer’s voice was something you were born with. Like a secret tone, buried deep inside, waiting to be uncovered in a single flash of brilliance. I thought one day, I’d sit down, type the perfect sentence, and there it would be: my voice, fully formed, confident, and undeniably mine.
By Khanh Nguyen9 months ago in Confessions
Why do people Lie
Why Do People Lie? A Real Talk About the Truth Behind Dishonesty Let’s be honest — we all lie. Maybe not in huge, dramatic ways, but in little, everyday moments. Like when you say “I’m fine” even though you're not. Or when you tell your friend their new haircut looks great, even though you're not totally convinced.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
"A Sliver of the Moon and a Cup of Coffee: A Love Letter Lost in Time"
Chapter 1: The Old Letter's Mystery Nina had never imagined that an ordinary day would turn into something so unexpected. It all started when she found an old letter in her late grandmother’s attic. She had never really paid much attention to the attic, but today, something urged her to explore. It was a dusty, cluttered space, filled with forgotten memories. But amongst the forgotten trinkets, the letter caught her eye. It was old, yellowing at the edges, and sealed with a faded wax stamp.
By Mohammad Helal9 months ago in Confessions
It was always about the littlest things
You know those moments that light you up like a forestfire, the circumstances, people, entities, stories, words or notions that trigger something in you. That makes you act differently, to approach your life differently, to stride a different walk or embrace a new mindset. These are often quite moments that we think are insignificant, but are in reality monumental transgressions of metamorphosis, where everything changes, but also nothing changes.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Confessions
Beneath the Surface: A Soul's Unfiltered Confession About the Weight of Living. AI-Generated.
There are moments, quiet and unnamed, where the soul stirs beneath the surface—heavier than it seems, aching under the sheer gravity of existence. To the world, everything may look in place: smiles lined up neatly, words dressed in politeness, laughter deployed on schedule. But behind the curtain, behind the “I’m fine,” there’s a whisper, persistent and raw. It’s not sadness, not entirely. It’s the weight of simply being—the invisible burden of living that few dare to speak aloud.
By Fazly Rabbi Taimur9 months ago in Confessions
