Stream of Consciousness
Who Are You, Iris?. Top Story - May 2026.
Who are you, Iris, sitting against that brick wall like the security footage of a nervous breakdown that learned how to smoke, flirt, and quote dead philosophers incorrectly? You look like someone’s lost weekend grew a body and then got bored of apologising. Bare feet, tank top, damaged hair, the sacred posture of a girl who has spent too long negotiating with her own appetites in private rooms where the curtains know too much.
By Iris Obscura5 months ago in Confessions
Who Is the Killer of the World?
Who Is the Killer of the World? The world is a beautiful place filled with mountains, rivers, forests, oceans, animals, and billions of human beings. Nature provides everything needed for life: clean air, fresh water, food, and shelter. However, today the world is facing serious problems such as pollution, war, climate change, hunger, violence, and destruction of natural resources. Many people ask an important question: “Who is the killer of the world?” The answer is simple but painful. Humans themselves are becoming the biggest killers of the world through greed, selfishness, hatred, and carelessness.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Confessions
I Ruined My Relationship
I ruined my relationship. It was the fear that gripped my throat after he got down on one knee. After the rush of love and excitement that I felt for the man I spent so many long years with the moment I had been so desperate for had finally come. I said yes! Of course I did, I had given everything for this man. I had changed myself, reworked and reshaped myself for him, but… why didn’t it feel right? Why did the rush of being engaged fade so quickly? Sitting in the car while he went into the store to grab a tool for work after having just proposed his love to me, why did it fade? Why did the smile slide off my face as I stared at that ring? That beautiful, glittering jewel that I never thought I’d be lucky enough to finally see on my finger only left my throat feeling dry. My heart sunk… Then the thoughts whirled around in my head, chasing each other faster and faster.
By Honey5 months ago in Confessions
The Silence Between My Words
My journey as a writer began when I was just 12 years old, in the 4th grade. I still remember that moment with a strange kind of clarity, as if it wasn’t just a memory but a page that never faded. My first essay was about nature. Simple, unpolished, yet alive with the excitement of a child discovering that words could hold feelings.
By Bismillah Achakzai5 months ago in Confessions
How Beijing Shapes Global Sanctions
China’s Strategic Veto: How Beijing Shapes Global Sanctions In the complex arena of international diplomacy, few tools carry as much weight as economic sanctions. They are designed to pressure governments, deter aggression, and enforce global norms without resorting to military force. Yet, the effectiveness of sanctions often depends not only on intent but on consensus—particularly within the United Nations Security Council. Here, one country’s decision can shift the entire outcome, and China has increasingly used its position to influence that balance.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Confessions
I’m Sorry Your Husband Abuses You… But, To Be Fair, You Kinda Suck.. Honorable Mention in I Made It Worse Challenge. Top Story - May 2026. Content Warning.
I’m sorry your husband abuses you… but, to be fair, you kinda suck. Let me explain. She is my sister, so of course when she cries abuse, I’m going to open my home to her. She can be very convincing. Or, in actuality, she’s just really good at playing sides and pitting people against whoever she’s mad at in the moment.
By Jesse Lee5 months ago in Confessions
The Fragile Snap of My Internal Law. Runner-Up in I Made It Worse Challenge.
You understand the necessity of stopping a disaster before it happens don’t you? I decided to start my day overthinking. I would wash my hair. I would multiply my lucre. Instead I had to endure a capricious flow that arrived unannounced; I had to witness the stain of a fresh liner; I had to listen to the fragile snap of my glasses colliding with the shower floor.
By Caitlin Charlton5 months ago in Confessions
The Cost of High-Frequency Tolerance: A Technical Audit of Self-Erasure
The observation period has ended. This document records the findings. This is not a reflection. It is an audit. The subject: a legacy identity construct trained to equate availability with value.
By Khali Sollis5 months ago in Confessions
Sorry About That-You Asked For Honesty. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Butterfly and me— We are both still becoming. She learned to open her wings without asking permission. I’m still learning how to take up space without apologizing for it. She rises easily now, carried by something she trusts. I’m still figuring out how to trust anything that doesn’t ask me to shrink first.
By Rachel Foster5 months ago in Confessions
