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A Life Story (For Carmen)
Part 1: The Story Everybody has a story. This is mine. It’s a very personal one. It’s a story that I never thought I could or would write. It’s a story about a childhood memory, heartache, and longing. It’s about a small act of kindness that can change a person, that can affect them for the rest of their life. It’s a story about a person, a girl. I wrote the story for her. It’s also a story about me. The the only reason I am sharing it now is because the person that it’s for will never see it. I also wanted to write it so that it’s now free, outside in the world, and not locked up inside my heart anymore.
By M18 days ago in Confessions
WHEN YOU HEAR YOUR NAME
There are times when a person swears they clearly heard someone call their name, turns around, looks around… and there’s no one there. For many, this experience is unsettling. Some even think something strange is happening, that someone is “calling them from another plane,” that they are being bewitched, or even that an invisible force is trying to communicate with them. However, reality is usually much simpler, much more human, and, above all, much more manageable than imagination suggests.
By Yolanda Cristobal 19 days ago in Confessions
What in Me Refuses Silence
On Earth, what seems earthly — a place and a being — appears logical. Yet what could it have sworn to remain, if even words eventually change? What seems like solid land may slide away; the earth itself may become none — not absent, but nonexistent in the way only believed things can become nonexistent.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH19 days ago in Confessions
The Town That Had to Be Erased
The Town That Had to Be Erased Times Beach, Missouri — and the Cost of a Cheap Solution If you drive along Interstate 44 southwest of St. Louis and take the exit toward Eureka, you’ll find yourself near a quiet stretch of land hugging the Meramec River. There are trails now. Trees. Picnic tables. Cyclists moving along paved paths. Families unloading kayaks.
By Dakota Denise 19 days ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Roman Rituals Kept Hidden For 2,000 Years
It happened in the early morning of September 3, 89 AD, in a closed room of the medical wing of a Roman villa in Capua, when a 12-year-old girl, calling herself Lucilla, was screaming as two physicians and four matrons nailed her limbs against a marble table.
By Edward Smith19 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of the Mask
My life changed forever the moment I met him. I never thought I’d ever fall in love with someone so deeply and dedicatedly. It wasn’t just the presence of his love or the quiet intensity of his compassion; it was his intelligence, his patience, his shyness, and a sense of civility that made me feel truly seen.
By Anna K.20 days ago in Confessions
A Smile in the Taxi Park
This morning, the day began like any other—dust rising lazily from the roadside, the sun still soft and undecided in the sky, boda bodas humming like restless insects, and taxis coughing to life one after another. I boarded one heading to town, squeezed between the familiar rhythm of Kampala’s movement—vendors calling out prices, conductors tapping on metal doors, coins clinking in hurried exchanges.
By Douglas Kwizera Baguma20 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Was Living Someone Else’s Dream
I still remember the exact moment it happened — not because it was dramatic, but because it was painfully ordinary. It was a Tuesday morning. I was sitting at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to make sense no matter how many times I adjusted the numbers. Around me, keyboards clicked in mechanical rhythm. Phones rang. Someone laughed near the coffee machine.
By Aiman Shahid21 days ago in Confessions
Too Loud For Me
A quiet confession about the days when patience runs out before the morning even begins. There are days when you wake up already exhausted. Nothing has happened yet, but everything bothers you anyway: someone's voice, a message, a too-cheerful "good morning," as if the world didn't understand that today you're not built for that. It feels like your patience quit overnight, leaving you alone with a mood you can't even explain.
By Lydia martinez21 days ago in Confessions
