Stream of Consciousness
Brush, Voice, and Frame
Yesterday left me raw. The kind of day that doesn't collapse neatly into a single emotion. It started off hopeful—at least on paper. A meeting with a local journalist, a kind woman who genuinely seemed curious about people and their stories. She listened, nodded, smiled the way people do when they care. I appreciated her presence more than I thought I would.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Confessions
The Net and the Crown
Long ago, when kingdoms rose like tides and fell like whispers, there reigned a king whose heart was colder than the steel of his sword. King Aldric of Varenthia ruled not with justice, but with fear. Gold was his god, and the people were little more than the dirt beneath his velvet-cloaked feet.
By Sheheryar Khanabout a year ago in Confessions
The Paradox of Death
Death, the end of this life which in my opinion has a very paradoxical meaning. A person who you knew that you used to talk with or spend time vanishes with all his habits, his talks and also his thoughts, you are never going to meet him now, even you eagerly want him by your side that’s not possible. They say everyone must meet death at certain point, should we just wait for that moment to occur? ‘Death is everywhere’ so should we fear everything? Death is paradoxical; it ends life, yet gives it meaning. Universal yet mysterious.
By PRANAY SHINDEabout a year ago in Confessions
Dancing Between Paychecks and People
I walked through the almost-finished park today, a place not many know exists yet. There’s a space in it that seems made for dancing. I sat down, trying to breathe, trying to think. I had groceries in my bag and numbers in my head—budgeting, expenses, next steps. I’m always either running after money or recovering from chasing it.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Confessions
The Night That Changed Everything
I still remember the color of the sky that night—an impossible shade of dark blue, where the stars looked like scattered pieces of broken glass. The world was quiet, unnaturally so, as if it too was holding its breath. I had no idea when I left the house that evening that I would return a different person.
By Muhammad Hashimabout a year ago in Confessions
The Hollow Children
Most people never notice them. They’re the polite couple next door, always smiling but somehow\... off. The child in your daughter’s class who never blinks quite right. The barista who never forgets your name, your order, or your past. They pass as human because they were made to.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Confessions
Even Her Best Friend Never Knew — But Her Phone Knows
She smiled every single day. Her laughter was loud and contagious, echoing through rooms and brightening the hearts of everyone around her. People couldn’t help but be drawn to her energy. She was always there, always giving, always the one to lift others up when they felt low.
By Swathiabout a year ago in Confessions
