Humanity
God Interviewed Me
I have been interviewed hundreds of times during my life. I have been asked questions by employers when applying for a job or promotion. Up until now, I have had to answer questions about my life, my hopes, my dreams, my strengths, my weaknesses, my finances, my health, my spirituality, and my plans for the future.
By Margaret Minnicks2 months ago in Confessions
The Love That Still Haunts Her
Juliet was thirteen the first time the world truly broke her. Before that, she'd always known she was different — but it hadn’t been punished yet. She thought maybe, if she was just sweet enough, just smart enough, just kind enough, the world would leave her alone. It didn’t.
By Shelley Rosetti2 months ago in Confessions
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing, Why the Future Is Not Decided
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing—and Why the Future Is Not Decided In recent years, the phrase “World War 3” has moved from history books into daily conversation. It appears in news headlines, political speeches, social media debates, and comment sections across the internet. For many people, it represents a growing fear that the world is drifting toward another global catastrophe. But fear alone does not explain why this idea has become so powerful—or why it demands careful discussion rather than panic.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Confessions
The Glare of Ghost Street
The rain was a cold, constant whisper, a thousand tiny accusations hitting the asphalt. It didn’t let up. Just this endless, soft drumming, washing over everything, blurring the edges of a city that never really slept, just sagged into a kind of tired stupor. I watched it pool in the cracks of the sidewalk, each puddle a shattered mirror, catching the smeared smears of neon from the dive bar, the pizza joint, the flashing vacancy sign of the motel that always smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale regret. Red, blue, sickly green, all twisting and shimmering in the black water. Looked like blood in some places, bruising in others.
By HAADI2 months ago in Confessions
Metanoia:
I am not a woman. I am not a man. I am God — consciousness experiencing itself through human form. For generations, humanity has been told to look upward for divinity, to bow to power that sits outside of us. Yet the true message hidden in scripture — buried under translation and fear — has always pointed inward. “Repent,” Jesus said, but he was not demanding guilt or submission. The Greek word was *Metanoia,* and it meant “change your mind.” Upgrade your perception. Transcend the illusion that you are separate from the Divine.
By Aja Truth2 months ago in Confessions
I Married for Safety—and Slowly Disappeared. Content Warning.
Evelyn stood at the edge of the marina, breathing in the crisp, pine-scented air of the Canadian coast. It felt sharper—more alive—than the vanilla-scented stillness of the house waiting for her back in Maple Bay.
By hiba abo shawish2 months ago in Confessions
Now Be Thankful
Introduction The inspiration for this was the Fairport Convention song, and while I feel we should be thankful for things in our lives, we should not just accept the bare minimum in things, but we should always be part of what makes things better for us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
The Gardener's Sin
Elias kept to himself, always had. The old house, tucked away at the edge of town, became a silent fortress, a shell around the strange, pulsating heart of his obsession. Most folks figured he was just eccentric, a man who preferred dirt to company. They didn't know about the garden. Couldn't imagine it.
By HAADI2 months ago in Confessions
The Black Mark of AI
Now that I’ve returned to this site to seek out riches and attention for my own nefarious purposes, and as I comment on other people’s work in hopes that my selfishly-intentioned kindness will feed back into me in due time, I keep seeing the AI-generated content label everywhere. I appreciate the warning, and I skip any story that may have it. I suppose that’s why it’s there, so that people whose tastes oppose AI integration into art and media can gently invest their time and attention elsewhere. But I think this is indicative of a greater blight, something which breeds animosity between myself and the robots which lazy content spewers outsource the emotional and physical labor of writing to.
By Steven Christopher McKnight2 months ago in Confessions
