Friendship
"No One Remembers It That Way...?"
"The Truth in the Embers The crackle of the campfire was the only sound bridging the gap between the summer of 2005 and the chilly night of August 2026. The guys were all gathered at the exact same lakeside clearing in the deep woodsβDuke, Vicky, Pablo, Jim, Calvin, and Darrick.
By Vicky 'A' Blevins Reavis17 days ago in Confessions
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Listen to Cheated Hearts. by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. There is a specific, sickening frequency to being done dirty by someone you trusted. It isnβt just a simple disagreement; it is a profound violation that completely rewrites the reality of the space you inhabit.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Confessions
Red Flag Rage
Red Flags lay over the front yard; not sure as to why. The air was still. It welcomed me in with a blank smile. I shrugged it off as I met my mother, who raised me from afar for the first time. She was WARM and BRIGHT. She welcomed me into her arms, just like a long-lost daughter. I had found where I was supposed to be, maybe finding myself for the first time in years. Someone who treated me like her own, though she'd never met me before. She always called me daughter regardless.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson21 days ago in Confessions
Recovery... isn't linear
This last week has been challenging for me and my family. Deadlines are coming up. Questions have been left unanswered. We are still transitioning from a recent change that put us back in survival mode, but we are on our way back to thriving mode.
By Adora Hooperabout a month ago in Confessions
Loving Forever: A Story of a Beautiful Woman
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayneabout a month ago in Confessions
My 911
Around September the 10th 2001, I was flying over the East Coast of the USA to touch down in Mexico for a two-week holiday. I was working for a company called SSS who provided IT support for Morgan Stanley who had a big presence in the World Trade Centre. My mate Jim was flying over for a work and holiday week in New York with some other SSS guys.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
Beach Canaries
Introduction This is another story on Seven Days In that is getting a lot of attention, and I noticed most of my recent fiction has been quite dark, and I wanted something that wasn't dark so this is a placeholder that will not disturb anyone.
By Mike Singleton π Mikeydred 2 months ago in Confessions
The Morning My Gut Told Me Something Was Wrong
My wife and I live in a row of duplexes. Here, everybody's kids end up playing in everybody's yard at some point. I know which kid belongs to which house, their parents by name, and which ones aren't supposed to leave the yard without a grown-up watching. Iβm aware of my living environment like that.
By Dadson Wanjohi 2 months ago in Confessions
The Conversation I Didn't Know I Needed With Josh
Josh has been my workmate for a couple of years now. Heβs one of those guys who quietly became a real friend at some point, and I looked back and went, "hang on a minute, he's a proper mate" well after the fact. My car died on the side of the road once in the middle of nowhere and he drove twenty miles to come and pick me up.
By Dadson Wanjohi 2 months ago in Confessions






