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Broken Hearts Fall Silent
Attraction can sometimes be a deceptive guide, leading us through a mirage of charm only to leave us stranded in a harsh reality. It's a cruel twist of fate when the dream we chase turns into a nightmare we cannot escape. The realization that we've been deceived by our own feelings is a bitter pill to swallow, leaving us to pick up the pieces of our broken illusions. Yet, it's often through these painful experiences that we grow stronger and learn to see beyond the veil of mere appearances.
Mercedes ChavezPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsInside the female animal mind
Are you brave enough to venture inside my mind. Are you fully prepared to unravel the mysteries of this 'enigma wrapped in that riddle', a well- used cliche, I know. But again, I ask...Are you?
Novel AllenPublished 3 days ago in ConfessionsNo Plus One
It's nearly one AM and I just got back from my third wedding of the four in this last month alone, and I have always been alone. I hide behind my camera to pretend to be useful, hide behind a safety net of skill set. So I do not have to confront the loneliness that is sleeping alone when everyone else seems to have a partner to crawl into bed with. I love the time spent with those who decided I was worth the 30-plus dollars per plate they decided to spend on me, and I do not need to have a partner on these occasions, but it would be nice to have someone notice, me. See when I am in the corner because they know I need time to recharge and to kiss me on the head until the time has come to leave. Maybe that's the problem about being a professional storyteller, I dream of something that isn't meant for me.
Rilee AreyPublished 8 days ago in ConfessionsThe problem with being a nice person
Who would have thought that being a nice person could be problematic. The majority of people would tell you that’s what they want to be or at least want those around them to be, but as it turns out, what we want and what we say we want are worlds apart. I won't stress or ramble on about how I would like things to be, but I’ll just analyze why this is, I am not sure either if a solution is even possible.
real JemaPublished 16 days ago in ConfessionsThe Longest Language Journey Back
When you have a godawful experience for years (perhaps French lessons) and need to write about it as part of the healing process and already you feel parts of your cognitive machinery trying to “clean it up” (guess it’s French lessons) for public viewing by default since it’s likely to make some toes curl up (sorry, but definitively French lessons.)
The Dani WriterPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsValley Blues
Oh home - How I miss you today Enjoy this article X poetry piece about a time previously lived in a mountain town exploring the Islands of B.C. and its cattle ranges.
Kalina BethanyPublished 20 days ago in ConfessionsTo The Girl I used to Be
Dear seventeen-year-old me, I want to tell you how much I loved you. Now as a thirty-two-year-old trans-man, I love you more than you think people did. And believe me sweetheart, lots of people love you. Your Mom loves you so much. Grandma and Grandpa love you. Trevor loves you in his own annoying sort of way.
Raphael FontenellePublished 26 days ago in ConfessionsConfronting My Childhood Fear
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of fear in my childhood is about being brave. I was probably 8 years old and spent a few weeks in summer at my grandparents’ farm.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 27 days ago in ConfessionsEnough
She couldn’t discern the moment it happened; suddenly there was too much air, too much light, too much life. It was too much air for her to breathe.
S.J.Published about a month ago in ConfessionsThe Joy of Giving
Funny story — well I got a good laugh! Most of my followers know I’m about to set off in a couple of months to explore this beautiful country I live in.
Colleen MillsteedPublished about a month ago in ConfessionsA Lifetime of Embarrassing Events
Embarrassment or awkwardness is an emotional state associated with mild to severe discomfort. It usually happens when someone commits a socially unacceptable or frowned upon act witnessed by or revealed to others.
Lizz ChambersPublished 2 months ago in ConfessionsMy Waistband and Me
Ever since I was little, I have never really liked my body. Well, when I was with other kids, I started to dislike myself. My body hadn’t bothered me until the other kids pointed out ‘flaws’. Stuff that they perceived as wrong.
Raphael FontenellePublished 2 months ago in Confessions