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The Weight of Labels
I did not get angry because I was attacked. I got angry because I felt invisible. That is what labeling does. It reduces a human being—a soul with thoughts, experiences, and convictions—into a set of categories that can be dismissed before they even speak.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter
Rain tapped gently against the cracked window as Evelyn sat at her old wooden desk, staring at the faded envelope in her trembling hands. Her name was written in a familiar handwriting—looped, elegant, and painfully recognizable. She hadn’t seen it in fifteen years, not since the day Daniel left.
By Waqas Ahmad4 months ago in Confessions
He Texted Me.. After the Funeral
He Texted Me… After the Funeral The funeral was over. The flowers had started to fade, and the air around me still smelled of incense and dust. Everyone had gone home, whispering their condolences as if words could fill the silence my father left behind.
By Rai Sohaib 4 months ago in Confessions
The Night He Finally Chose Me. Content Warning.
We always knew there was something about us that couldn’t be ignored. Even when we both had other people, it didn’t matter — we couldn’t stay away. We were obsessed with each other, completely hooked. I’d sneak over every night, even when I moved two hours away just to make people think we weren’t seeing each other anymore. But he’d still drive back and forth every night and morning, even while working all day, just to be with me.
By Adrianna Lira4 months ago in Confessions
Who Are You
I am three things. And maybe more. I teach. There’s nothing like the moment a student’s eyes light up — confusion giving way to understanding, that spark that tells you something has clicked. Mathematics isn’t impossible. It’s a key, and I just help open the door. I’ve seen students sit quietly, heads bent, unsure if they’ll ever get it. And then, suddenly, they do. Their smile says more than words ever could. That’s why I teach — because guiding someone to see what they couldn’t before is like handing them a small piece of light. Teaching gives me purpose. It humbles me. It reminds me that patience builds confidence and that learning, no matter how small, is always a victory worth celebrating.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko4 months ago in Confessions
The Night He Finally Chose Me. Content Warning.
We always knew there was something about us that couldn’t be ignored. Even when we both had other people, it didn’t matter — we couldn’t stay away. We were obsessed with each other, completely hooked. I’d sneak over every night, even when I moved two hours away just to make people think we weren’t seeing each other anymore. But he’d still drive back and forth every night and morning, even while working all day, just to be with me.
By Adrianna Lira4 months ago in Confessions
When Trust Turns Venom
There’s something sacred about loyalty. It’s one of those quiet values that makes human connection feel safe. Whether it comes from family, friends, or partners, loyalty has a warmth that can’t be bought or faked. It’s the invisible thread that holds relationships together — the reason we trust, relax, and believe.
By Atiqbuddy4 months ago in Confessions
The Café That Waited for Her. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 8:05, Adrian unlocked the doors of Café del Mare, a small seaside coffee shop in Lisbon that smelled like cinnamon and saltwater. He wasn’t the kind of man people remembered — quiet, polite, always writing in a notebook between customers.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
Humans are monsters. I remember my first scary movie being a Stephen King-esc one where a little girl is shot and carried into a plane while the monsters below eat the planet up whole. It had been several years since my brain surgery and in a much personal way, several months since my last Seer-ing experience I had with Lucifer.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
