Stream of Consciousness
One More Cigarette - and the Choise to Live. Top Story - July 2025.
I sat up in bed with a jolt. Wide awake, all senses reaching out into the darkness. Nothing. A chill ran down my spine. The last thing I remembered was fleeing. He was after me. A knife—or was it a spade—raised high toward the sky, ready to slice my belly open like a forced harakiri. My feet caught in the jungle’s vines.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Confessions
The Quiet Fame of Lila Hart: What Happens When a Celebrity Wants to Disappear?
There was nothing remarkable about Lila Hart when she became famous. No breakout film. No viral dance. No famous last name. She didn’t have the glimmer of a nepo baby, nor the shine of a calculated rise through social media. She didn’t even own a ring light.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Confessions
The Well's Whisper
The Well's Whisper The silence shattered the moment frantic screams pierced the humid Texas air. It was October 14, 1987 — a day that dawned like any other, filled with the lazy hum of summer’s lingering warmth and the innocent laughter of an 18-month-old child. Jessica McClure, a tiny whirlwind of curiosity, played joyfully in her aunt’s backyard in Midland, Texas, when the unthinkable occurred. One moment she was there — a bright spark of life — and the next, it was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. She had vanished into an abandoned, eight-inch wide, 22-foot deep well — a dark, narrow maw in the unsuspecting ground.
By Noman Afridiabout a year ago in Confessions
The Stranger Who Shared My Blood
I never imagined that a saliva test could make me question everything about my identity. Like many people during lockdown, I got bored and bought one of those at-home DNA kits. It sat on my shelf for weeks until I finally spit into the tube and mailed it off, expecting nothing more than confirmation of what I'd always been told: half Swedish, half French, and a proud mix of both.
By Hamad Haiderabout a year ago in Confessions
One Click, and My Past Was a Lie
I had never thought much about where I came from. I mean, I knew my roots—at least I thought I did. We were Irish on my mother’s side, Italian on my father’s. My grandfather fought in World War II. My grandmother made the best lasagna. It was the kind of identity you wear like a warm coat—comfortable, familiar, and passed down through generations.
By Hamad Haiderabout a year ago in Confessions
The Hunger Games Trilogy: A Heart-Pounding Journey Through Courage, Love, and Revolution
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a world where watching children fight to the death is considered entertainment? Where the rich get richer while the poor struggle for their next meal? Where standing up for what's right could cost you everything you hold dear? Welcome to the world that Suzanne Collins created – a world that feels both impossibly distant and uncomfortably familiar.
By Soibifaaabout a year ago in Confessions
“The Last Message I Never Sent”
I still have it—your last message. Unsent. Unfinished. Unspoken. It’s been over a year since we ended things, but that message still sits there in my drafts, frozen in time. I open it sometimes, just to remind myself how close I came to saying it all… and how far I was from actually doing it.
By Silent Confessionsabout a year ago in Confessions
