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The Ghostwriter's Ransom
I have spent the last decade being the voice of people who have nothing to say. I am a professional ghostwriter. If you’ve walked through an airport bookstore in the last five years, you’ve seen my work. You just haven’t seen my name. I’ve written memoirs for starlets who can’t spell "autobiography," and "thought leadership" books for CEOs who haven’t had an original thought since 1998.
By Luna Vani15 days ago in Confessions
When Your Voice Shakes but You Speak Anyway
There is a particular moment many of us know too well—the second just before we speak, when our heart races, our throat tightens, and our voice threatens to betray us. It’s the moment when silence feels safer, when staying quiet seems easier than risking judgment, rejection, or consequences. Yet sometimes, despite the shaking, despite the fear, we speak anyway. That moment is not weakness. It is courage in its rawest, most honest form.
By Aiman Shahid15 days ago in Confessions
The Price of My Silence
The silver spoon in baby Leo’s mouth cost more than my father earned in a year. I watched the light glint off the polished metal as I fed him, my expression a mask of practiced, professional warmth. To the Richardsons, I was "Mara," the quiet girl from the agency with glowing references and a knack for soothing colicky infants. They saw a savior; I saw a crime scene.
By luna hart15 days ago in Confessions
I Forgot My Password and It Ruined My Entire Day
I forgot my password. Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world way. Not in a “someone hacked me” way. Just a regular, ordinary, soul-eroding kind of forgot my password. The kind that shouldn’t matter. The kind that absolutely does.
By Dakota Denise 15 days ago in Confessions
I Wasn’t Innocent
The Lie I Lived I grew up in a town that loved to smile in public but whispered secrets in private. Everyone knew everyone, or at least thought they did. I learned early that appearances mattered more than truth. At school, at church, at the grocery store, I played the part of the quiet, obedient child. The one who smiled at teachers, who nodded at neighbors, who never questioned. But inside, I was a storm. A storm of impulses, of choices no one wanted to see. And yet, I wore my mask so well that even I began to believe it.
By luna hart16 days ago in Confessions
When Speaking the Truth Meant Death
Throughout history, truth has rarely been neutral. It has threatened kings, embarrassed empires, exposed religious authority, and shaken political systems built on fear and illusion. For many who dared to speak it aloud, truth was not rewarded with recognition—but with exile, imprisonment, or death.
By Aiman Shahid16 days ago in Confessions
I miss my ex.. Content Warning.
I miss my ex. And not in the way of "I still love her" but in the way that I miss my bestest of friends. She introduced me to some of my favorite things, like the song I Love You by Christopher Esclante and the youtube show MyStreet by Aphmau. I still watch and listen to some of the stuff she introduced me to. She made a great friend, and I miss that.
By 143Rosey16 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: やらせ
I am really annoyed for some reason. I guess it's a lingering effect of talking to my mom. I think I am also annoyed because I ordered food, like I am hungry so probably my emotions are heighted so I am hoping I'll calm down after I eat food.
By Kayla McIntosh17 days ago in Confessions
