Stream of Consciousness
Mother’s Bed Becomes Refuge After Daughter’s Shocking Escape
In a quiet suburban home on a chilly March evening in 2025, an intimate moment between a couple took an unexpected turn, transforming a night of passion into a scene of familial support and startling revelations. The couple, caught in the throes of lovemaking, found their rhythm interrupted by the sound of keys jangling at the front door. Moments later, a distressed cry of “Mum?!?!” pierced the air as Susie, the 24-year-old daughter of Kathy, burst into the bedroom, soaked and trembling from the rain.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED10 months ago in Confessions
My Toys
Who remembers what toys they played with when they were a child? Well, I am a person that remembers most of the toys I had and played with as a child. My first toy that I really remember was a wooden dog that I pulled around by a string. What made me remember this one was because when you pulled it along the ears went back and forth. I saw this toy on eBay, and I bought it just for the good memories it brought me one day. The second toy well actually a collection of toys my mom and dad got me three Fisher-Price buildings (the house, the school, and the barn) to go along with a Ferris wheel building that a neighborhood man got me one summer. I would play with these for hours for I had the little people made of wood along with the furniture to put in the house, school furniture for the school that also had a chalkboard to actually write on, and fencing with horses, cows, sheep, and pigs to corral along with some troughs, so that the animals could drink.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Confessions
The Garden of Your Soul:
Imagine your soul as a garden. It is vast, wild, and full of potential. Some parts are lush and blooming, while others are overgrown with weeds or barren from neglect. But here’s the beautiful truth: you are the gardener. You hold the tools to nurture, shape, and transform this sacred space into something breathtaking. This is your journey; a gentle, intentional path to tending the garden of your soul. Through self-discovery, you’ll learn to cultivate what matters most and create a life that blooms with beauty and purpose. Let’s take a look at the steps:
By Yasmine Lagras10 months ago in Confessions
A Christmas Night
On a snowy night, I walked past a house full of christmas lights. Carol songs filled the silence, laughter and giggles echoed across the streets. Sparkly stars enveloped the christmas trees, Yellow, blue and red glitters, lighting up the dark sky of mutiny.
By Nandana RR10 months ago in Confessions
Why Doing More Is Making Us Less Successful?
Remember the good old days when productivity just meant finishing your homework before dinner? Now, it’s all about multitasking, time-blocking, and squeezing 25 hours out of a 24 hour day. The most surprising thing is that in our quest to do more, we often end up feeling like we have achieved very less.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh10 months ago in Confessions
The Brutal Truth About Coming Home From War: 7 Things They Never Tell Veterans
They never tell you that war doesn’t end when the fighting stops. It follows you home, into the silence, into your skin. This is what it’s like to come back when the world no longer sees you.
By R.T. Garner10 months ago in Confessions
The Serpent's Whisper: A Tale of Temptation and Triumph
Introduction: The Allure of the Forbidden In the quiet recesses of the sacred space we share, we delve into the genesis of mankind's moral odyssey, tracing the silhouette of temptation's beguiling dance, a partner since creation's first breath. It is within the storied tapestry of Adam and Eve that we unearth our collective struggle with sin, and yet, amidst the thorns, we glimpse the radiant promise of redemption.
By Minding Fred10 months ago in Confessions
The Glass Door
Sometimes I wonder why the door is there when I fall asleep. Why was it just the door and why is it so clear? I wasn’t so sure if this was a nightmare or a weird dream, but I was very much conflicted about the outcome. I felt drawn to the door. Somehow, like it was calling me closer. I couldn't really feel myself walking but I just did. I tried to open the door but it wouldn’t give in. So now I have no idea why I can’t open this door, let alone what was behind it.
By Mikyah Henderson10 months ago in Confessions
