Teenage years
The Things We Do in the Dark. Content Warning.
October 12th I saw him again today. It’s stupid, really. The way my body reacts. A full-system reboot from a thirty-second interaction in a coffee line. It’s not even about the words. It’s about the space between them.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
Drowning in Sorrows. Content Warning.
I woke to the clammy press of the couch’s leather against my cheek, its bitter scent—sour milk, kitty litter, plastic—wrapping around me as my eyes shot open and waves of discomfort collided with the thick haze of last night’s drinking. My mind started racing as my eyes flew open and I instantly felt the nausea coupled with the disorientation. I could still taste the alcohol on my breath as it seeped out of my pores, leaving me cloudy and stuck between consciousness and the dream world.
By Stargazer0094 months ago in Confessions
The Lake at Twilight
You look out over the reflection of the sun, through the still waters of the lake, as the sun sets behind the gentle darkening mountains. The sky recedes from yellow to orange, to red, before hinting a shade of violet and blue. The clouds once gentle shades of off-white are now turning into darker shades of gray.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
The New Time
Introduction This is a five year old post from my Seven Days In blog with my thoughts on getting older and why time might seem to go much faster, also with a couple of books that you might like to sample, which also touch on the nature of time.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Confessions
The Wedding Invitation of 2025. AI-Generated.
It was a chilly January evening in 2025 when I opened my mailbox and found a golden envelope inside. The paper shimmered under the streetlight, delicate patterns embossed in silver, with elegant calligraphy that instantly made my heart skip a beat.
By Tariq Jameel4 months ago in Confessions
Speculation Swirls
Will Donald Trump Resign Amid Mounting Political Pressure? Rumors of Donald Trump’s potential resignation have dominated political chatter in the United States and abroad, despite no official confirmation from the White House or the former President himself. The speculation, amplified by online betting markets and viral social media posts, has left both supporters and critics scrambling to interpret what it might mean for America’s political future.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Learned to Laugh at Myself
If you’ve ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong before it even begins, then you’ll understand exactly how this story unfolded. Mine started with the sound of rain beating against my window on a Monday morning, the kind of weather that makes you want to stay under the blankets forever. But life doesn’t wait for anyone, and I had commitments to keep, so I dragged myself out of bed only to realize I had overslept.
By Ian Munene4 months ago in Confessions
The Unseen Edges Navigating the Challenges of Village Life
When people imagine village life, the first images that often come to mind are breathtaking landscapes, green fields stretching to the horizon, and communities that move at a slower more peaceful pace. It’s easy to picture families gathering for harvest festivals, children playing in open spaces, and neighbors who know one another like family.
By Izhar Ullah4 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of a Confession
I used to believe that silence was safer than honesty. That if I kept my truths buried, life would continue in its smooth, predictable rhythm. But what I didn’t know was that silence can be louder than words—it echoes inside you, rattling until you can’t breathe.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
My first and last letter to my mom. Top Story - September 2025.
Dear Mother, I don’t feel this form of address fits, since over the past months you have been everything to me and those around me except kind. Still, I will give you respect in this way, if no other remains—at least in the form of this letter. Though I believe, as with most of my gestures, that this one too will go unanswered by you. It is sad that, as a mother, you never managed to show me this fundamental principle: respect. Because respect is owed from child to parent and parent to child alike. Respect is a basic human norm. Many believe it must be earned, but that is not true. It is never right to approach someone with belittlement or contempt simply because of their appearance or background—for you never know what the other person is going through. But one thing is certain: they feel. And that is something that, whether you understood it or not, you disregarded for years—disregarded the feelings of four people in your family.
By Anna 4 months ago in Confessions
