Childhood

The Stranger at Church. Content Warning.
I was eleven years old. Old enough to memorize Bible verses. Old enough to sing every hymn by heart. Old enough to believe that church was the safest place on earth.
By Amber4 months ago in Confessions
The World in a State of Rising Tension
The World in a State of Rising Tension In today’s world, the sense of global security feels more fragile than it has been for many years. Ongoing wars, regional conflicts, and political tensions are creating an atmosphere where many people believe the world is moving into a “dangerous mode.” One of the most discussed and sensitive conflicts contributing to this situation is the Israel–Palestine conflict, which continues to affect not only the Middle East but also global politics, economics, and public opinion.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Confessions
Claiming a fake hand is more common among those with a weak sense of self.
One thing you should be able to rely on is your sense of self. It is yours, personal, and steady. Self-concept clarity is a phrase used by psychologists to describe how firmly and clearly you hold it, and they can gauge it using a straightforward questionnaire.
By Francis Dami4 months ago in Confessions
Hello Loneliness 1966. Content Warning.
I WROTE THE POEM IN 1966. The creations today were my prompts and the intro and all are MINE! copyright from 1966 to 2025. INTRODUCTION
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Confessions
There Are Some Things I Need to Say. Top Story - June 2026.
Dear Mum, I know we only spoke earlier today, but I was upset by the decline in your behaviour. I wish I could wave a magic wand and make it all better, but that is not to be.
By Calvin London4 months ago in Confessions
The love spell that haunted me five decades later
It was the second day of school in the 10th grade in 1974. I was drinking water at the fountain when a hand gently pushed my face in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jesse standing to my right. I quickly ran water on my hand, threw it in his face, and laughed.
By Cheryl E Preston4 months ago in Confessions
Where Did Your Long Hair Go?. Content Warning.
Where Did Your Long Hair Go? A 1966 poem recovered by the woman who lived through the era that blamed girls and protected boys,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Confessions
Ways To Nourish The Soul
No one matters. Children or young people out there, you will learn this later, but it's better to learn this now, is self-confidence. It does not matter what anyone thinks of you. What does matter is what your parents think of you, what your best friend only thinks of you, what your siblings think of you, and what you think of yourself. There's maybe like five people on that list. No one matters. Your happiness is in your own hands. You cannot get it from anywhere else. Only you have the power. Remember to be kind. Be the one that is the savior of the bullies. Be the one that is confident to go without makeup somewhere or didn't get time to dress up and go to a party. Enjoy the moment. Don't care about what you're wearing and who thinks what you are because I swear to God when you're older, you'll be like, what was I doing? You have your whole life to be a grown-up. Enjoy being young. Enjoy being silly. Enjoy not getting dressed and makeup. Spend time in nature. Take up a sport. You must play a sport, an instrument, and teach the adults who have missed out on that life because your adults did live that life, but they've also gotten into this Insta life and this like technological life. So you kids remind your parents, hey, come on, let's go to the beach. Let's go to the mountains. Let's do some nature activities. Go spend time in charities. Give your time to charity. Go to SOS village. Go give your time to underprivileged kids. These are all really nourishing for your soul and you will be so happy that you did this because at the end, peace and happiness is all you want. So find that within yourself and never care about what anyone thinks of you. Be kind, be honest, and have fun.
By Ibrahim Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
The Cost of High-Frequency Tolerance II
There is a point in every compromised system where tolerance stops being adaptation and becomes corruption, Not collapse. Corruption.
By Khali Sollis5 months ago in Confessions
The Last Voicemail
The voicemail disappeared while my thumb was still on the screen. That is the first thing I need to confess. Not after some long sequence of bad decisions. Not after the lying, or the editing, or the careful little adjustments I made in the name of love. It began with one ordinary movement: my hand, her phone, a cracked glass screen, the tiny trash icon in the corner.
By Jason Hair-Wynn5 months ago in Confessions
There's No Going Back
Anna never knew there was another world trapped inside her great grandmother's music box. *** On a gray, rainy Saturday in the middle of April, Anna found herself rummaging around in the attic for no reason in particular. She had just turned 14 and had already tried all of her friend's phone numbers that morning looking for company. And of course, she heard all the usual, sheepish and obviously rehearsed excuses answer on the other end.
By Maddy Newt5 months ago in Confessions
The Children's Staged Smoke Screen Interview Program
Temporary residing inside an airport, twenty something girl next door beauty, quickly ordered, hailing down a bartender, monitoring the basketball game, knowing any patron could inquire, “what’s the score?”
By Marc OBrien5 months ago in Confessions