Humanity
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.8 days ago in Confessions
Letters to the Grave
Have you ever felt the pull of the past—that quiet ache to return to the crossroads where words were left unsaid? Not to chase the echoes of the dead, but to face the living ghosts we carry—the ones who walked out of our days, or slipped from our minds, or were cut away like threads no longer meant to weave our story. These are the conversations that haunt the quiet moments, letters addressed to absences, sent to the spaces where people once stood before time, distance, or choice turned them into shadows.
By Jackie Fazekas8 days ago in Confessions
An Honest Question
There's an ache that comes over me in the quiet. Sometimes it hits in the middle of the day, when my toddler is sleeping and the others are in their bedrooms, playing or reading. Sometimes it happens in the moments before I open my eyes in the morning, but most times it happens at night. This ache urges me to reach out for a fix of something. Validation. Importance. Success.
By Mezmur9 days ago in Confessions
The hidden of cost always saying yes
Imagine this Your phone buzzes at 11:47 p.m. It’s your coworker asking if you can “quickly” cover their shift tomorrow. You’re exhausted, your inbox is a war zone, and your therapist literally told you last week to practice saying no.
By creator9 days ago in Confessions
Still Here, Just Unable to Respond
I send my words like paper boats to sea, they drift in light, but never back to me. My name still stands where voices used to grow, yet every answer fades before it shows. To speak, be heard, yet never truly meet, is half a heartbeat skipping in defeat.
By Aarsh Malik9 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh10 days ago in Confessions
