Stream of Consciousness

TO MEET IS TO SEPARATE
When the moonlight began to nestle by the window and night gradually fell, I suddenly became stunned thinking about the past months. How long has it been?
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Twilight is not necessarily beautiful. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Alright, kick back and get ready for a story that might just change the way you see twilight. Now, most folks think of twilight as this magical time of day—ya know, when the sky turns all shades of pink and purple, and everything looks like it's been dipped in gold. But let me tell ya, twilight ain't always as pretty as it's cracked up to be.
By Revriand Asyhar2 years ago in Confessions
My Twin Nieces
As I sit here, reflecting on the most precious moments of my life, my mind is filled with memories of my twin nieces, Emma and Emily. From the moment they were born, these tiny humans stole my heart with their identical giggles, mischievous grins, and unparalleled energy.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
What an evil person looks like
Reading through the news, I saw an article which talked about a young man who slaughtered his girlfriend, and instantly I had many questions on my mind. The most obvious question was to know why a person so young would do something so heinous, I wondered to myself why go to such a length and not simply walk away. Cutting the throat of a person requires a certain level of anger and premeditation, you can’t just do such an act out of randomness.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
When your ex-lover knocks on the door
We only need one reason to love each other, which is love. But we need many reasons to break up! 1. Why break up with love?
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Smile, girl!!!
Maybe I'm not as beautiful and graceful as other people. I don't have my mother's pretty, coconut-shaped nose, my sister's squinty eyes, or my father's dream height. I'm just a normal girl. If I were to rate my appearance, I wouldn't hesitate to give myself a five.
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
Boy's Tears
If a boy hugs me, I have the whole world in his heart, but if that boy has the courage to cry in front of me, perhaps he sees me as the whole world...
By HK Decor2 years ago in Confessions
"I Don't Like Cooking"
My Confession: I Hate Cooking I've always been the odd one out in my family. While my siblings and cousins would gather around the kitchen island, eager to help with meal prep, I'd be the one slipping away to my room, eager to escape the chaos.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Words
I understand the power of words...the power in the pen, in the turn of a phrase, a smile and relatively cordial attitude (that is how it is in my head, you understand) can be transformed into a saddening sorry mess of downturned lips and sunken cheeks. Then comes the waterworks. Oh, the Niagara tear falls from the victim of childhood curt cruelty. The weeping on a random Tuesday or Wednesday in January back in the 1980s when I was less grey, more a mop of the darkest untamed brown hair you'd swear was black. I did not have my patented belly hanging down either but had the appetite of a ferocious beast.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
the dream. Content Warning.
Introduction: Throughout the course of my life, a peculiar dream has continuously haunted my subconscious mind, weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue that defies conventional explanation. This dream, which first manifested when I was merely eight or nine years old, has persisted into my present existence, its enigmatic nature evolving with each recurrence. The dream unfolds within the confines of a vast, shadowy house, where I ascend a seemingly endless staircase to encounter a surreal gathering of individuals in a dimly lit room. As I navigate this dream landscape, encountering different faces and unfolding events, a sense of foreboding and inexplicable connection emerges, prompting introspection and contemplation.
By Nnorom Christabell C.2 years ago in Confessions
What I Wish I Knew at 20 Instead of 30. AI-Generated.
Life is a journey filled with lessons, and sometimes, the most valuable lessons come a bit too late. As I reflect on my experiences, there are a few things I wish I had known at 20 instead of learning them in my 30s. Here are some insights that could have made my twenties even more fulfilling and productive.
By JRod2 years ago in Confessions