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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 Obscura6 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 6 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 6 months ago in Confessions
Cravings. Content Warning.
I hate that I crave meat…the smell…the taste…both entice me. I don’t want to eat it! Why then do I crave it? The distress I feel.. when the cravings…when the smell and the taste is too much. I feel as though I’m becoming a monster.
By Patricia Quinn6 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 Lee6 months ago in Confessions
All The Light in The Room
I leave the lamp on, and the choice hits me all at once, like something that can’t be taken back. My shirt is already on the floor. I remember pulling it over my head without thinking, easy in the moment, automatic. Standing here with nothing between me and the light feels different. The air finds everything. My breasts hang lower than I want them to. There is no correcting it in this light. They shift when I breathe. My stomach rests forward, soft, moving with me instead of holding still the way I always wish it would. My thighs press together and stay there, taking up the space they take up whether I agree with it or not. I feel all of it, a full awareness I usually cut off before it gets this far.
By Fatal Serendipity6 months ago in Confessions
A Crossdresser Story
So for the first time the world would met Sindy. I felt I knew Sindy well but no had ever really known so every experience felt like I was doing it for the first time. All my senses were tingling and I didn’t know what to expect in terms of reactions, not only from my work group but from others at this event.
By Martin Townley6 months ago in Confessions
Being Drugged Doesn't Make It Less Traumatic
Trigger warning: Very raw confessions about sexual assault I've survived several forms of sexual assault in my life. Being molested by the man under the blanket at four. My ex-husband, getting drunk and overpowering me habitually. Being shamed and humiliated into sex. Having sex weaponized against me in relationships. It's a typical world. And while I teach my daughters not to accept it, I have quietly resigned to the fact that I'm just another stat.
By Hope Martin6 months ago in Confessions
The Old Man at the Bus Stop
It was raining that evening. The kind of rain that makes everything feel heavier—your clothes, your thoughts, your mood. Sara stood under a small bus stop shelter, hugging her bag tightly as cold wind brushed past her. It had been a long, frustrating day. Nothing had gone right. Work pressure, unanswered messages, and a constant feeling that she was falling behind in life.
By ABDU LLAH6 months ago in Confessions
