Bad habits
The Well's Whisper
The Well's Whisper The silence shattered the moment frantic screams pierced the humid Texas air. It was October 14, 1987 — a day that dawned like any other, filled with the lazy hum of summer’s lingering warmth and the innocent laughter of an 18-month-old child. Jessica McClure, a tiny whirlwind of curiosity, played joyfully in her aunt’s backyard in Midland, Texas, when the unthinkable occurred. One moment she was there — a bright spark of life — and the next, it was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. She had vanished into an abandoned, eight-inch wide, 22-foot deep well — a dark, narrow maw in the unsuspecting ground.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger Who Shared My Blood
I never imagined that a saliva test could make me question everything about my identity. Like many people during lockdown, I got bored and bought one of those at-home DNA kits. It sat on my shelf for weeks until I finally spit into the tube and mailed it off, expecting nothing more than confirmation of what I'd always been told: half Swedish, half French, and a proud mix of both.
By Hamad Haider8 months ago in Confessions
“The Last Message I Never Sent”
I still have it—your last message. Unsent. Unfinished. Unspoken. It’s been over a year since we ended things, but that message still sits there in my drafts, frozen in time. I open it sometimes, just to remind myself how close I came to saying it all… and how far I was from actually doing it.
By Silent Confessions8 months ago in Confessions
Fracture
The night the storm rolled in over Blackridge Hollow, the world seemed to split. Lightning clawed at the sky. Thunder cracked like a giant’s roar, shaking the ancient trees around the farmhouse. Inside, 17-year-old Ellie Dawson stood at the kitchen sink, staring out into the darkness.
By Moments & Memoirs8 months ago in Confessions
Static
Every night at 1:13 AM, the radio turned on. Julia had lived in the apartment for just over a week when it started. At first, she thought it was interference from a neighbor, or maybe an old alarm setting on the vintage radio left behind by the previous tenant. But there were no alarms. No power cords. And no batteries inside.
By Moments & Memoirs8 months ago in Confessions
Trump’s African Summit: A Modern Display of Colonial Power
Trump’s African Summit: A Modern Display of Colonial Power On July 9, 2025, the White House became the stage for a troubling diplomatic theatre, as United States President Donald Trump hosted a mini-summit with the leaders of Gabon, Guinea-Bissau, Liberia, Mauritania, and Senegal. What was billed as a friendly summit about economic cooperation quickly revealed itself as a spectacle of domination and submission, raising critical questions about modern-day power dynamics between Africa and the West.
By Ikram Ullah8 months ago in Confessions
I Cheated Once—and It Still Haunts Me. AI-Generated.
I’m going to tell you something I’ve never said out loud. Years ago, I cheated on my partner. Just once. It happened so quickly, so stupidly, that for a long time I convinced myself it didn’t matter. But it does. It always did.
By Ali8 months ago in Confessions
Duality and self-discovery in toxic patterns and love life
Human relationships often function as catalysts for self-awareness. Some connections offer stability, while others test the boundaries of emotional resilience and personal identity. My relationship with G belongs firmly in the latter category. It has not been linear, nor conventionally “healthy,” but it has been profoundly revealing — not only of him, but of myself.
By Kristen Orkoshneli8 months ago in Confessions
