Secrets
Pondering Aging as I Sit in A Colombian Coffee Shop
As I sat down, a few looks from the locals drifted my way. This is not uncommon, as I am an outsider. When you stray off the usual route that most tourists take, you will stick out like a sore thumb, no matter how hard you try to blend it.
By sara burdick3 years ago in Confessions
The Enigma of Ashwin Manor. Content Warning.
The ancient manor of Ashwin stood silhouetted against the twilight sky, its imposing façade shrouded in an aura of mystery and intrigue. Rumors swirled around the manor, tales of a tragic past, of hidden treasures, and of a malevolent spirit that haunted its halls. Yet, for young Emily Sinclair, the allure of the manor was irresistible. She had always been fascinated by the stories of Ashwin, and when she inherited the estate from a distant relative, she felt an inexplicable pull towards it.
By Ivan Islam3 years ago in Confessions
Answering The Call
This challenge... Identity. It has such an open prompt to write and man, that can be dangerous for some of us. Diving into the thought process of who we are can be complicated. Because really... what is your identity? Is it your name? Is it your beliefs and core lifestyle? Is it who you fight to be? We look at other human beings every day, and we introduce ourselves to each other simply by our name. And that name is who we now associate with other human beings out there.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Confessions
Entering 30's
When I Heard about this Identity challenge, I thought to myself "This is so perfect" as I had just gone through my 30th birthday and it made me reflect on things a little deeper than usual. I opened up my journal and the blank page nearly mocked me, since I had so much, I wanted to write down.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Confessions
I’m acting like
I’m acting like I’m fierce enough for this and it’s killing me inside. I’m not insightful enough to know what to do, but I have survived this long by being brave. Being brave is a flexible experience and muscle. You can still be terrified when you’re showing your bravery in the face of injustice. In fact, that’s the most important time to be brave. When you’re scared shitless. When you know you’ll still get that punch. It’s a muscle you have to grow. It’s painful and you get sore but it is how you keep going. I grew mine from a brutal seed that required too much to produce even a single leaf. Is my dysphoria from my trauma? Why can’t I watch Love and Death without reverting to a childlike state where I relive my deepest nightmares? Why does the world showcase such beauty in the face of gravity defying agony and horror? The beauty grew from that horror. That’s why I feel beautiful. But I am not talking about American Beauty.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Confessions
Just a Little Fever. Content Warning.
It started innocently enough – just a little fever. The kind that makes you think a good night's sleep and a few over-the-counter pills will fix everything. Little did I know that this seemingly insignificant fever would unravel into a series of events that would reshape my perspective on life.
By Nexus Narrator3 years ago in Confessions
Ghana Where's Your Humanity? UK High Commissioner; "Corruption Holding Ghana Back" Ghanians Think It's Just Their Government She Meant Corrupt Citizens As Well
Thursday, 23 November 2023 By: TB Obwoge UK High Commissioner to Ghana, Harriet Thompson says corruption is "holding Ghana back!"
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in Time: The Adult Who Accidentally Traveled to the 17th Century and Survived a Series of Awkward Encounters
I came across an enigmatic relic that transported me to a world without cellphones and fast-food drive-through, in the everyday hallways of my twenty-first-century existence. All of a sudden, I was Joe Thompson, the unintentional time traveler, stranded in the mysterious seventeenth century.
By Hammad Hassan3 years ago in Confessions
Annoying habits - if you don't stop doing that I'm going to scream! . Content Warning.
The rhythmic tapping echoed through the room, a relentless assault on my sanity. It was a sound so innocuous yet increasingly infuriating, like a water droplet persistently hitting the same spot. I sat at my desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but the tapping invaded my concentration, demanding acknowledgment.
By Nexus Narrator3 years ago in Confessions
