Taboo
The Poetry Dimension. Top Story - December 2025.
I have been telling stories since I first learned to speak. I’ve been writing since I first had the motor control to grip a pencil in my little ravioli fist. One of my two Bachelors degrees is in Creative Writing, for goodness sake! I like to imagine, dear friends and enemies, that I have made somewhat of a life for myself out of the written word. But if this is the case, dear reader, then why does poetry confuse and upset me so damn much?
By Steven Christopher McKnight28 days ago in Confessions
Failing the Driving Test: The Hidden Burden No One Talks About
Every time I take the driving test, it feels like I’m carrying much more than just learning the maneuvers. I carry my nerves, my expectations, the money I’ve invested, my desire to move forward in life, and the pressure of needing the license. And every attempt that doesn’t go perfectly leaves a mark that is hard to explain.
By Olallaabout 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 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
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
The Secret I Carried for Years
The Secret I Carried for Years BY: Khan The secret began as something small—so small that I convinced myself it didn’t matter. But secrets grow. They twist themselves around your thoughts, tangling everything until you cannot separate the truth from the fear of being found out. Mine stayed with me for years, tied to every decision I made and every person I let close. I thought I could outrun it. I thought silence would protect everyone, including myself. I was wrong.
By Khan about a month ago in Confessions
The Day Karura Forest Revealed My Secret
I thought I had buried it deep enough... Under the thick red soil of Karura Forest, where cyclists speed past in bright helmets and the wind seems to carry whispers, I told myself that no one would ever find it. Secrets should stay hidden there.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Confessions
The Story I Never Thought I’d Tell: I Survived a Love-Bomber
Sitting on my shower floor with scalding hot water washing over my shivering body, I sob, listening to a new album by one of my favorite artists that has inspired this essay, as I’ve had to build my wall so high I didn’t think anyone could actually climb it, until someone did.
By Ash Ylvisaker2 months ago in Confessions
Daughter of Depression. Content Warning.
Hi everyone. This is another late-night outpouring, a quiet attempt to soothe my anxiety and ease the discomfort that sits inside me. I write because sometimes it’s the only thing that helps me calm down and make sense of what I feel. I’ve tried everything—five years of psychiatric treatment, two uninterrupted years of therapy. Some things have improved, others haven’t. The thoughts remain present, lingering like a shadow, and the feelings stay too. I’m tired of trying, and yet I don’t give up. I keep going.
By Spydesing2 months ago in Confessions
