Embarrassment
The Lady in the Square
There was not a lot of joy in my hometown that day. I was a student, and I had to use the downtown core in order to earn some extra money for my studies. And it was a beautiful day in the city. The sun had hit us with more heat than we deserved, but I still had to dress fairly conservatively for my work (I was a runner at the library and would be brought to different floors to return and restack books, handle damaged material, and generally assure others that the library had no disturbances that did not require the security guards I never saw). That must have been the reason why there were so many conferences and meetings in our city. I knew vaguely of the gatherings at the convention centre and could see the people who huddled in the lobby of the hotel that was attached to the mall. But it had nothing to do with me or my work…or so I thought.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Confessions
I Slept With a Dead Man
I didn’t realize he was dead until morning. By then, the room had grown too quiet—too still in a way only absence can explain. The air had a weight to it, thick and unmoving. I lay beside him, still half-asleep, my arm draped across his chest, when I noticed the unnatural cold beneath my skin.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 16
I just had the goal of becoming an academic and an innovator throughout my almost eight years at university. We were trained to be idealistic by our lecturers, among other things. Now that the romanticism is over, we must adopt a more practical perspective.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
A Blue Memory
It started with a flying chair. August 1st, 2021 — the kind of humid New York summer night that sticks to your skin like sweat and nostalgia. The kind of night when possibility hangs in the air, draped in disco lights and drowned beneath the bass of a now-shuttered gay club whose name I can’t quite say without feeling a pinch in my chest.
By The Kind Quill6 months ago in Confessions
Letters to a Stranger I Once Loved — Part 2
After days of holding Claire’s letters close like a secret treasure, I couldn’t shake the feeling that her story wasn’t finished. Something inside me urged me to find out what happened after those unsent words. Who was Claire, really? And did she ever find the stranger—or herself?
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Letters to a Stranger I Once Loved #1
When I found the old box in the attic, I wasn’t expecting much. It was tucked behind some dusty photo albums, wrapped in a faded blue ribbon. The box looked like it hadn’t been opened in decades, and I hesitated before lifting the lid. Inside were dozens of letters, each tied together with string. On the top, in neat handwriting, was a note: To the stranger I once loved.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 15. Top Story - August 2025.
You may have heard this term before in the liberalism movement, but the human brain is distinguished from other animals by its will and ideas. I especially don't want to hear any religious terminology regarding my former faith anymore. Because after learning the realities about my former faith, I became disgusted with it and chose my own group.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
Queen of New York: Remembering Ariela ‘La Langosta’ After a Short Life
On August 17, 2025, the life of Ariela Mejía-Polanco, better known to her fans as Ariela “La Langosta,” was tragically cut short. Fatally shot in her car in Mount Vernon, New York, the 26-year-old influencer and nightlife personality left behind grief, countless questions, and a legacy that extended far beyond her immediate circle.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Confessions
Dark Woke: The Rise of Frontal Progressivism
Introduction: A New Language of Resistance For years, political progressivism in the United States was often built around slogans of hope, inclusion, and optimism—“Yes we can,” “Stronger together,” “The future is women.” But as cultural divides widen and conservative voices dominate some media landscapes, a new tone is emerging. Called “Dark Woke,” this wave of progressivism is unapologetic, blunt, and sometimes even aggressive.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Confessions
Life’s Messes Are Where the Magic Hides
Introduction: The Illusion of Perfection We spend so much of our lives chasing something impossible—perfection. The perfect job. The perfect body. The perfect relationship. The perfect home. Social media only fuels the fire, showing us curated highlight reels that make us feel like our messy, complicated lives aren’t good enough.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
