Humanity
The Upstairs Virtuoso's Shadow
Charles lived above. Apartment 3B. He was a man of strong passions. He played the violin. Played it well, with a fierce concentration. He grew things. Green things. His balcony was a small, dense jungle. Ferns cascaded over the edges. Vines gripped the railings like determined fingers. He kept birds too. Finches, perhaps. Bright flashes of movement. He trained them. They answered his low whistle with sharp, clear trills. To Charles, it was a life lived fully. Sound. Leaf. Song. Good.
By Heydoabout a year ago in Confessions
One-Night Stand Etiquette: New Yorkers 1, Puerto Ricans 0
I didn’t expect fireworks, a love confession, or even a second round. Maybe being the key word here. It was a one-night stand — casual, sweaty, impulsive — and he was leaving in two days. Nothing complicated, no big promises. Just a fleeting moment shared between two strangers.
By ✨Anahis✨about a year ago in Confessions
It's Been A Bit
I have been trying to write for months now. I haven't had the creative juices flowing. It's frustrating because writing is my number one passion. I have been told I am creative and a good writer. The Imposter Syndrome is real with writing for me. I always feel like no one will like my writing. But I don't want to write for everyone else anymore. I want to write for myself. If you want to read it, that's great. So I am going to write more. With school coming up and life being hectic, I am going to aim to write once a week. I would eventually like to get a second job writing. But to do that, I need to build up my portfolio. I am going to pick a new topic to write about each week and be transparent if I can't write in a week. Right now, school is the most important thing for me. I desperately need to get out of mental health. It's just been .. a lot. While I will be working in mental health in the future, I think I need the break right now. Have you looked at the job market recently? It's... sad. I have worked at my job for 4 years (in July) and I qualify for NOTHING. So back to school I go.
By Sara Caramellaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Room With No Clocks
Elena’s office didn’t have any clocks. It hadn’t always been that way. When she first transferred to the corner suite, there was a sleek, digital clock mounted on the far wall. But after the third week of watching time drip by — 3:22, 3:26, 3:28 — she took it down. The ticking felt like a countdown, and the countdown felt like pressure. Pressure to produce, to respond, to deliver. Pressure to be… okay.
By Andrew Luiabout a year ago in Confessions
Is Marriage Still Worth It?
When Happily Ever After Meets Harsh Reality They say love conquers all. But does it still conquer time, bills, infidelity, and societal pressure? Is marriage—the ultimate symbol of commitment and devotion—still worth the risk in today’s fast-paced, self-focused world? Or is it an outdated ritual clinging to relevance in a world that’s moved on? These are not just abstract questions. For millions, they’re deeply personal dilemmas. Some dream of white dresses and diamond rings; others flinch at the mere mention of wedding vows. So what’s the truth? And is forever still a goal… or just a fantasy?
By Bubble Chill Media about a year ago in Confessions
God Gave Me a Time-Out
God Gave Me a Time-Out How God Provides When We Can't See His Hand By Joey Raines Description: This is my true story. It follows one man’s unexpected journey from frustration and despair to a powerful encounter with God. Stranded on the side of the road, he questions everything until a divine message reaches him in the most personal way. What began as a simple trip turns into a life-changing spiritual moment that proves God’s love never lets go.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Feel Like a Real Writer Until I Became a Mom. Top Story - June 2025.
Imposter syndrome is a bitch and for a long time, it ran the show. I was writing for a news outlet—getting paid to write—and still didn’t believe I was a “real” writer. The title didn’t matter. The bylines didn’t matter. Something in me still felt like I was faking it. Like I was playing dress-up in someone else’s dream.
By Carolina Borgesabout a year ago in Confessions
Story from life
Her beauty shining in giving such an open heart and talk She have made a miracle met in a day I couldn't get enough of the happiness about Her so little people Her age and so little of the bitterness She must be so Happy in life and She gives love all around I have noticed Her last time I came here I noticed Her because I felt Her health a very light inside it must be the prayers She does for everyone in need Her beauty shining in and out We even shared tears first time We talked it never happened to me this way to open up and it both helped sharing our stories seemed like We so much loved the work We had in past even if in different scenarios it all went She was able to open up and tell what still hurts it made my heart quite sad to hear but She had such strong will and it was beautiful to listen it from Her She even gave me a hug being so happy to meet and asked for a tea next time I will come again here
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Confessions
The Lie That Saved My Family
I never thought one lie could change everything. I used to believe honesty was sacred, that truth was the foundation of love, trust, and family. But that was before the day I picked up the phone and lied to my mother to save the life we had all built together.
By Aliabout a year ago in Confessions
Why My Decor Looked Happy—But My Soul Still Felt Empty
Everywhere you scroll these days, homes appear to be technicolor therapy sessions. Neon lamps. Checkered rugs. Strawberry pink walls. Squiggle mirrors. Plastic furniture that looks like it came out of a childhood dream—or a retro video game. They call it dopamine decor—a design trend built around mood-boosting colors, nostalgic patterns, and sensory delight. And in a culture that's been swimming in stress for the better part of a decade, it makes sense. People want something cheerful. Something that doesn't feel cold or corporate or heavy. Something that feels… happy.
By Robert Lacyabout a year ago in Confessions
