Family
Best Memory or Worst Mistake
I had a best friend at 17. She was that one person in my whole life that I was closer to than my own family members. We'd sit together at lunch and text each other about nothing until one of us fell asleep in the middle of a conversation. And the times when she'd laugh at something absolutely ridiculous I'd just said, I would feel like I won something. I never felt like I needed a girlfriend, really. She was taking up that space in my life, and I felt like something good would come out of it.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Cry When My Father Died
People expected tears, but I had already wrung myself out trying to keep him alive. Every drop of me had gone into making him comfortable, advocating for him, and preventing a medication mix-up that could finish him off before nature did.
By Nia Knox2 months ago in Confessions
Dear Rachel. Top Story - August 2026.
Dear Rachel, It’s been just over a year now since you’ve been gone. What I hate most about this is I wasn’t there when you passed on. It suck because ever since the first day we met, you were always here for me. I remember when I first met you and Ken at church almost 9 years ago. When you found out I was an aspiring writer you couldn’t help but talk to me about it all the time. You loved telling me how you knew so many writers and that you were so sure that I would one day be a published author.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Confessions
Our Time
Introduction I had an issue with PayPal recently, they decided it would take ten days to credit my PayPal account despite the money leaving my bank account after a few days. While I was slightly annoyed, I knew there was nothing wrong, and after a couple of emails, I decided to just wait and not waste my time.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
Surreality
I was looking through a drawer earlier today. What exactly I was looking for doesn't matter, however, as much as what I found: pictures. Photos taken when I was little, from a family vacation we took to the Alabama Gulf Coast. I recognized my own face in the images, and my sisters. Surprisingly, my cousins were there, too, along with my favorite aunt. The longer I stared at those pictures, however, the more unsettled I became.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Confessions
The Name
I must begin with the name, although the name explains nothing. Ivan. There are millions of Ivans, perhaps, and each one is innocent of the others; but people do not believe this. Give a man a name and they will build a country around him, furnish it with prisons, churches, tanks, grandmothers in black shawls, drunken uncles, snow, icons, and secret police--and then demand that he confess to having lived there.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 months ago in Confessions
The Kind of White That’s Afraid of Getting Dirty
I knew two men. Both wore white shirts. Tom’s was buttoned to the top. The collar pressed against his Adam’s apple, tight and precise. His sleeves were rolled up three folds, each fold the same width, like he’d measured them with calipers. Dick’s shirt was open at the collar, two buttons undone. His sleeves were pushed up anyhow—left one to the elbow, right one bunched at the wrist. He couldn’t remember when he’d done it.
By Jin3 months ago in Confessions
I hate you. Top Story - July 2026.
I don't think I ever let myself process everything you did. Everyone always had an excuse for your behaviour. She had a hard life. She's doing her best. She's still your mother. (Actually, she's not. Found that out the hard way.)
By Chel Writes3 months ago in Confessions
