Dating
The Message She Never Sent. AI-Generated.
I’ve never been good at love. Not because I didn’t try, but because I never quite understood how something invisible could hold such power — how a simple text, a missed call, or a few words could decide the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat.
By Rupendra Ghalley4 months ago in Confessions
The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
“When Allah Closed the Door”
“When Allah Closed the Door” The night was louder than my heartbeat. Rain smashed against the hospital window as if the sky itself was crying with me. My father was in the ICU, fighting for his life. Machines beeped, nurses rushed, and I sat in a corner of the waiting room, clutching my prayer beads and whispering one broken dua over and over — “Ya Allah, please… please save him.”
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
Waiting to Be Wanted. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
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By Tish4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo4 months ago in Confessions
Her Letters Still Arrive
The box sat quietly at the back of Adeel’s closet. It was small, wooden, and tied with a ribbon that had faded to gray. He had not opened it in years. It wasn’t that he forgot—it was that he was afraid. Afraid of the handwriting inside, afraid of the memories it would bring rushing back.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
Beat of Norteñas. AI-Generated.
As Norrisika and I dance to the rhythm and beat of Norteñas. We had fallen even more as our hearts danced. Love and laughter filled the night, and a soothing gaze followed after. His hand rested firmly at the small of my back, guiding my steps with a silent, confident pressure. The accordion swelled, filling the air with a brassy warmth that smelled faintly of pine and the cold night. I didn't need to look at his face to know he was smiling; I felt the movement in the tension of his shoulder, a perfect mirror to the joy rising in my own chest. The song finally drew to a slow, melodic close, leaving a collective sigh in the room. We remained exactly where we were for a beat too long, chests still rising and falling in time. When Norrisika finally pulled away, she didn't step far, just enough to tilt her head back and meet my eyes—a look that held all the promise of the night. The music might have stopped, but the rhythm of our own hearts continued, loud and clear, carrying us off the dance floor and into the quiet that lay ahead. The long quiet began to deafen, a stark contrast to the thumping heart of the Norteñas. The hall was suddenly too bright, too loud with other people’s laughter. We slipped through the crowd, an island of stillness in a sea of motion, finding the cool, clear night air outside. The pine scent was stronger here, mixed now with the hint of her perfume. Norrisika linked her arm through mine, her steps falling easily into sync with my own. We didn't speak. There was no need for words; the shared silence felt like a continuation of the dance, a promise spoken without a sound, and the only path we needed to follow. The hall was suddenly too bright, too loud with other people’s laughter. We slipped through the crowd, an island of stillness in a sea of motion, finding the cool, clear night air outside. The pine scent was stronger here, mixed now with the hint of her perfume. Norrisika linked her arm through mine, her steps falling easily into sync with my own. We didn't speak. There was no need for words; the shared silence felt like a continuation of the dance, a promise spoken without a sound, and the only path we needed to follow.
By Kevin Sanders4 months ago in Confessions
The Confession of Fire by Stefano D’Angello
Part I - The Confession of Fire The rain never seemed to stop that month in Florence. The sky hung low and heavy, as though burdened by the weight of prayers it could no longer answer. In the heart of the city, behind the cracked marble pillars of the Santissima Trinità, Father Gabriel served the word of God. He was thirty-seven, solemn and disciplined, a man whose hands had only touched holy things.
By Stefano D'angello4 months ago in Confessions
The iPhone 17: A New Chapter in Apple’s Legacy
When Apple launched the first iPhone in 2007, it didn’t just introduce a new device; it revolutionized the way humans communicate, connect, and create. Every generation since has been more than just a phone—it has been a cultural and technological milestone. With the release of the iPhone 17, Apple continues to honor its tradition of innovation while pushing the boundaries of what a smartphone can be.
By Fazal wahid 5 months ago in Confessions
When Stardom Meets Separation: The Truth Behind Nicole Kidman & Keith Urban’s Breakup
In late September 2025, the entertainment world was shaken by news that Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban, one of Hollywood and country music’s most admired power couples, had separated after nearly two decades of marriage. Their love story, which had once stood as a rare testament to stability in the often turbulent world of celebrity relationships, suddenly came to a close.
By Lynn Myers5 months ago in Confessions
