Embarrassment
The Coin I Almost Believed In
Story: The Coin I Almost Believed In I still remember the first time I heard the word crypto. It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie. Mysterious. Futuristic. Dangerous. And I, sitting in my tiny apartment with half a pizza and a barely functioning laptop, was hooked from the start.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Confessions
My Maid of Honor Slept with My Fiancé
Weddings are supposed to be the happiest day of your life. I spent two years preparing for mine—carefully planning every detail. The flowers. The playlist. The dress. And most importantly, who would stand beside me: my best friend since fifth grade, Amanda, as my maid of honor.
By Kevin7 months ago in Confessions
Is Masturbation a Sin?. Content Warning.
Masturbation is a topic that stirs up a lot of debate, especially within religious circles. Many people wonder if it's something that goes against their faith. The Bible doesn't explicitly mention masturbation, which complicates the discussion.
By Thakur S7 months ago in Confessions
Fair Travel
Most people dream of traveling, some are commissioned to travel, and others are born to travel. Whatever category you fall under, we're all responsible for being fair and respectful during our travels. This may be considered a common concept to some; however, to others, this is a far reach to achieve. I've been traveling across the world for over 15 years, and it never ceases to amaze me the gall some people have when visiting another country. I suspect that if you never learn humility or the basics of human respect from either your family or school, it's difficult to acquire or display the characteristics of a noble soul. I wrote a blog post 10 years ago about this topic, and it seems humanity is not improving, more specifically, people from the West. Now, before I get too many boos and hisses, I grew up in North America, so I have credibility when it comes to knowing Western culture, and I am not leaving out bad actors from the East either. I will have to say, compared to the rest of the world, Western culture is one of the most abrasive and unyielding. I don't know why the erragance persists, I just wish it would stop or at least decrease. We're in 2025, and people still haven't learned diplomacy and tolerance.
By Char Chase7 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 2
These days, I am in a position to maintain my sobriety in general. Having a large level of self-control is required in order to engage in activities such as writing and serious hobbies. Deals are made in an atmosphere where alcohol is prevalent, particularly in the business sector, in order to weaken the willpower of business people. However, I am aware that now I want to avoid going to bars as much as possible.
By TheNaeth7 months ago in Confessions
The Silence I Inherited
In the country where I currently live, the world often feels upside down. Every day brings a fresh dose of absurdity. People drive recklessly, drunk and unaware of consequences. Laws seem like mere suggestions, and the streets are filled with chaos. I don’t engage with much of it—I stay away. I have learned to withdraw, to protect my peace by limiting my contact with others.
By Saeed Ullah 7 months ago in Confessions
Rekindling My Childhood Love for Writing
Story: There was a time when I believed words could fix everything. I was eight years old when I wrote my first story. It was about a time-traveling pigeon who rescued lost socks from dryers. The plot made little sense, but I remember the feeling that coursed through me as I scribbled page after page in a wide-ruled notebook: a quiet kind of joy, like building a secret world no one else could see unless I let them.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for My Anxiety
It happened after another draining day at work, a day tangled in nervous energy. I kept hearing myself say, “Sorry I’m so anxious,” and “Sorry if I’m a bother.” My cheeks were hot with embarrassment every time a flush of panic crept in. That afternoon, after excusing my shivers and silence for what felt like the tenth time, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked tired, old even, weighed down by invisible baggage. At that moment, I felt a swell of anger and stubborn hope rise—the realization that I deserved more than a cycle of apologies for simply being me.
By Wilson Igbasi7 months ago in Confessions
Black Flower in My Hands
I remember the moment the black flower first appeared in my hands. It was early morning, just before dawn, when the sky still wore its veil of soft gray. I woke up as usual, groggy and fumbling for my phone, only to see something dark and unfamiliar resting on my palm.
By Amelia7 months ago in Confessions
