Humanity
Together Again
Introduction This morning, I woke and my phone was on 3% power, not ideal when I needed it for my visit to Preston. My phone has my train tickets and railcard on, so without it, my journey would be a little difficult, to say the least. I think my charger is not working, but it was a cheap Poundland one, and I have had it for a few years, so it has now gone.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Confessions
Kaylee Goncalves’ Father: “We Know Why He Did It — And It’s More Disturbing Than You Think”
It’s been more than two years since the unimaginable struck in Moscow, Idaho. Four promising lives—Kaylee Goncalves, Madison Mogen, Ethan Chapin, and Xana Kernodle—were brutally taken in their own home. The crime shocked a tight-knit college town and sent waves of sorrow across the country. Now, as the legal aftermath continues, Kaylee’s father, Steve Goncalves, has spoken out bluntly:
By Bevy Osuosabout a year ago in Confessions
🔥 Upcoming World War 3: Could It Happen?
🔥 Upcoming World War 3: Could It Happen? The shadow of a third world war has haunted global conversations for decades. Since the devastation of World War II, the world has enjoyed an uneasy peace, punctuated by regional conflicts and cold war rivalries. But as the 21st century unfolds, new threats emerge — from geopolitical tensions and nuclear armaments to cyber warfare and economic battles — sparking fears that a global conflict, even more destructive than before, could be looming on the horizon.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Confessions
Worth
Introduction I took a selfie wearing a favourite shirt for a poem/playlist that I wrote which you can check out here: I thought I would use the picture for my Facebook Avatar, and yes, you expect a few likes, but at the moment they are at sixty, and that got me thinking, possibly spurred on by a quote from Ozzy Osbourne, who we just lost.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred about a year ago in Confessions
The Mirror in the Attic
In the fog-drenched town of Elmsworth, nestled between tall trees and silent streets, lived an old woman named Agatha Moore. Her cottage stood on the edge of the woods, worn by time and wrapped in mystery. Children whispered about her being a witch; adults believed she had lost her mind years ago. But no one ever knocked on her door.
By farhanabout a year ago in Confessions
So, Who are We Now?
Do you know that the trope of baseball players or other traveling workers in movies and TV shows has a bunch of different families all across the country? Well, that’s a real thing, and baseball players aren’t the only folks who do this; other “regular people” do it, and not just men. Women are family hoarders, too. Some, like my maternal great-grandmother, are cuckoos if you will. Leaving their fledglings in other nests to be cared for by the father's family, usually the father's family.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Confessions
The Ink That Paid the Rent: A Write-and-Earn Journey
Chapter 1: The Last Friday My hands were shaking as I stirred sugar into my coffee that Friday morning—the third packet because my nerves were shot from another sleepless night. The elevator's familiar ding felt different somehow, like a funeral bell I couldn't quite place.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Confessions
How to Stop Comparing Yourself to Everyone Online.
You’re waiting for your coffee to brew, or you’re ticking off the time before bed, and suddenly you’re ten minutes into someone else’s highlight reel. A wedding in Bali. A promotion announcement. Perfectly styled kids in spotless homes. She just had her third child and still looks like she stepped out of a fashion ad. He’s buying his second home at 28. They’re building a life you never dreamed possible.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Confessions
The Bench by the Bus Stop
There’s a bench by the bus stop near my old school. You wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t looking. It’s rusted along the sides, the paint chipped from too many summers and rainy seasons. The wood creaks when you sit down, but it never breaks — a lot like the people who used to sit there.
By lamaar dowdyabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Gave Up “Just in Case''
I Thought I Was Practical: I Used to Hold on to Everything — Old Chargers, Broken Picture Frames, Clothes That Didn’t Fit, Expired Cosmetics, Even Paper Bags From My Favorite Stores. I Told Myself I Was Smart. That Day, I Would Need Them. That Day, They Would Serve a Purpose. In my mind, “Just in Case” became a form of preparedness — proof that I was responsible, resourceful, even wise. I didn’t want to be the person who threw something away and later regretted it.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Confessions
