Stream of Consciousness
Twilight is not necessarily beautiful. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Alright, kick back and get ready for a story that might just change the way you see twilight. Now, most folks think of twilight as this magical time of day—ya know, when the sky turns all shades of pink and purple, and everything looks like it's been dipped in gold. But let me tell ya, twilight ain't always as pretty as it's cracked up to be.
By Revriand Asyhar2 years ago in Confessions
My Twin Nieces
As I sit here, reflecting on the most precious moments of my life, my mind is filled with memories of my twin nieces, Emma and Emily. From the moment they were born, these tiny humans stole my heart with their identical giggles, mischievous grins, and unparalleled energy.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The moment I realise.......
Life has a way of unfolding its secrets at the most unexpected moments which catch us off guard and leaving us with revelations that shift our perspective forever. This is one such confession, a moment of clarity that changed everything for me.
By Alecia Harriott2 years ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
"I Don't Like Cooking"
My Confession: I Hate Cooking I've always been the odd one out in my family. While my siblings and cousins would gather around the kitchen island, eager to help with meal prep, I'd be the one slipping away to my room, eager to escape the chaos.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
