School
The Old Man at the Bus Stop
It was raining that evening. The kind of rain that makes everything feel heavier—your clothes, your thoughts, your mood. Sara stood under a small bus stop shelter, hugging her bag tightly as cold wind brushed past her. It had been a long, frustrating day. Nothing had gone right. Work pressure, unanswered messages, and a constant feeling that she was falling behind in life.
By ABDU LLAH6 months ago in Confessions
Ex-CIA Analyst Alleges Trump Sought Nuclear Strike on Iran
Ex-CIA Analyst Alleges Trump Sought Nuclear Strike on Iran A major political storm erupted after retired CIA analyst Larry Johnson claimed that former U.S. President Donald Trump attempted to use nuclear launch codes against Iran during a high-level emergency meeting. According to Johnson, the move was reportedly stopped by General Dan Caine, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, before any final action could be taken.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Confessions
I Was Dating With AI Generated Boy
He's cute. That's the first thing that hits me as he enters the small coffee shop. He's tall, kind of like he's been molded by a surgeon's hands, a soul stuffed inside a perfect, borderline creepy mannequin with bright blue eyes and not a flaw in sight.
By The Curious Writer6 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 7 months ago in Confessions
I Haven't Spoken to My Twin
THE MYTH OF TWIN CONNECTION 🔗 Everyone who learns that I have an identical twin sister immediately says some variation of "that must be so amazing, you must be so close, do you feel each other's pain, can you read each other's minds" and I smile and nod because the alternative is explaining that I have not spoken to my twin sister in five years and that the bond everyone assumes is magical and unbreakable broke under the weight of differences that our genetic identity was supposed to prevent but that grew wider with every year until the two people who shared a womb and a face and a childhood could no longer share a conversation without it ending in argument, resentment, and the particular pain of being hurt by someone who looks exactly like you 💔
By The Curious Writer7 months ago in Confessions
