Humanity
I Wasn’t Supposed to Survive That Night: The Moment Everything Changed
There are nights that pass quietly, slipping into memory without leaving a trace. And then there are nights that change everything—nights that refuse to be forgotten no matter how hard you try.
By Story Prism5 months ago in Confessions
What Kind of Person Becomes a Stripper?
I used to wonder what kind of woman becomes a stripper — until I became one. The first time I walked into a club, I remember the light more than anything. Soft, smoky, flattering in a way that daylight never is. It made everything and everyone look beautiful — the walls, the glasses, the women. Especially the women. They moved like they owned gravity, like the floor existed purely to serve them. Confident, magnetic, untouchable. I sat there on a corner stool nursing a drink I hadn't really wanted, watching them from beneath my lashes, and I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time — maybe ever. Hunger. Not for the job, not for the money, not for the attention. For the freedom. The kind that lives in the spine when a woman walks into a room and already knows she belongs there. I wanted that so badly it frightened me.
By Shirley Oyiadom5 months ago in Confessions
Truth Is. Content Warning.
I'm not sure what lies have been told about me or against this truth, but the facts have always remained the same. I was married for seven years, and that marriage, although beautiful at times, was devastating for me. In the years since, I have been in a constant process of healing.
By Karina Rasberry5 months ago in Confessions
My Vocal Bad
Image from Pinterest Introduction You may think that this is going to be a negative post, it will hopefully be seen as positive and supportive to everyone in the Vocal Facebook Groups and that immediately has given me an idea. I often list my favourite Vocal Groups at the end of some of my posts. If I take that list and turn it into a pseudo poem then I can just attach it to relevant posts going forward, so it will appear here as well.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Confessions
My Unknown Confession. Content Warning.
Yes, let's start confessing in this world of a new life as progress comes. I am happy even though uncertain of control they use against us in this day and time. The damages I see to education though I fear maybe forever haunting those effected. I fear I get towards this life is a hidden slave trade of children after being noted by a judge that holds. I still feel it goes against freedom and the fear of losing freedom is certain in my mind. I would not want to see children traded for food or life style especially further discomforted by a unwanted life style being forced by a different education. When the Federal Government came out uncertain and spoke to myself I was shocked from just seeing the condition of the unrealistic possibilities a corporal on a trail and not a ranger, wow! Hmm, as I wonder what advantage cops have over rangers in this day and age out a trial where the animal kingdom plays such a great influence in which we are under. Will the rangers be more limited to use over them in control with 9-1-1 and a different securing of Homeland.
By Jeffrey Allison5 months ago in Confessions
From Small Voices to Big Change: How Local Engagement Fuels Worldwide Impact
The idea that small actions can shape the world is not new, but today it feels more real than ever. Communities now connect faster, share ideas easily, and inspire change across borders. At the center of this movement is a simple truth: local engagement fuels worldwide impact. When people act within their own neighborhoods, they build strong roots. Those roots can grow into global movements that affect millions.
By Convoy of Hope5 months ago in Confessions
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:パイ
When I saw this recipe, I was very intrigued about how this would taste. My last experience with Earl Grey was a plain-black liquidly orange peel; something the Grinch would drink, for sure; My mom considered it more of a breakfast drink, since she would always eat a pastry with either a cup of coffee or Earl Grey. I was determined to channel my 1/4th British self, and bring some sort of dignity to the idea of tea-pie.
By Kayla McIntosh6 months ago in Confessions
