Bad habits

🚪 Liminal Music: The Sound of In-Between Moments . AI-Generated.
You’ve felt it before. That strange unease in a hotel hallway at 3AM. The silence in an empty classroom after school. An airport at sunrise, where the world hasn’t fully woken up yet.
By The Yume Collective8 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Cried in a Grocery Store Parking Lot (And Realized I Wasn't Weak)
I didn’t expect to cry in public that day. I didn’t plan for it. But life doesn’t always ask for your permission when it decides to crack you open.
By Irfan Ali8 months ago in Confessions
I Wasn’t a ‘Dog Person’ — Until I Met Milo
I used to roll my eyes at dog owners. You know the type — the ones who post ten pictures a day of their dog sleeping, who cancel plans because of “dog commitments,” who call their dogs their “babies” like it’s perfectly normal. I didn’t get it. Sure, the dogs were cute. But messy. Loud and needy. Not for me.
By Echoes of Life8 months ago in Confessions
The Girl Who Spoke in Color
The Girl Who Spoke in Colors In a world where voices had become silent echoes of their former selves—where people spoke more to argue than to connect—there lived a girl named Lira who didn’t speak like everyone else.
By Wings of Time 8 months ago in Confessions
Why did you cut your husband's head in two pieces?. Content Warning.
The judge looked serious. He asked, Why did you cut your husband's head in two pieces? The woman… didn’t flinch.
By Usama8 months ago in Confessions
What If Social Media Disappeared Overnight?
A Silent Night, a Disconnected World Imagine waking up tomorrow to find your phone buzzing—but there are no Instagram stories, no TikTok videos, and no Facebook updates. Just silence. No notifications. No hashtags trending. Social media has vanished.
By Abid Ali Khan8 months ago in Confessions
Six Thoughts That Always Hit You in the Shower
It’s strange, isn’t it? How a place meant for getting clean becomes a temple for your dirtiest thoughts. Not “dirty” as in scandalous — but the tangled, unfiltered, existential chaos that suddenly shows up when the warm water hits the back of your neck.
By L.M. Everhart8 months ago in Confessions
My Husband's Hidden Letter Revealed a Truth That Shattered Our Perfect Marriage
I always believed marriage was built on trust. My husband and I had been married for ten years — a full decade of what I thought was love, laughter, and loyalty. Our friends called us the “perfect couple.” People envied how we still held hands at dinner, how we laughed over silly things, how we always looked like we had each other’s backs.
By Abid Ali Khan8 months ago in Confessions
The Path Not Take
The Path Not Taken Lena sat on a rusted bench at the edge of the quiet train station, her fingers tracing the creases of a return ticket she hadn’t yet used. It was late, the sky smeared with deep gray clouds and a drizzle falling like a whisper. The lights flickered above her head, casting long shadows on the pavement. She had arrived two hours ago, but hadn’t moved. The train would come soon. She had to decide.
By lony banza8 months ago in Confessions
Love and Trust Messages for Distance Relationship
Mia sat by her window, watching the rain slide down the glass like silent tears. It had been three weeks since she’d last seen Ryan in person, and the ache of distance weighed on her chest like a stone. She picked up her phone for the hundredth time that day, hoping for a message, a sign, anything to remind her that love could survive the miles.
By Muhammad Saeed8 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter I Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The Last Letter I Never Sent The aroma of stale coffee and forgotten dreams clung to the air in my small apartment. Rain lashed against the windowpane, mirroring the tempest brewing inside me. On my cluttered desk, amidst a mountain of unopened bills and takeout menus, lay a single, cream-colored envelope. It was thick, slightly dog-eared, and bore no address. It was the last letter I never sent.
By Shah Nawaz8 months ago in Confessions
The Habit Loop That Controls Your Life
There was a time when I felt like my life was on autopilot—but not the kind where everything runs smoothly. More like a cycle of frustration, stopping, starting, and feeling stuck. Wake up. Scroll social media. Eat junk food out of boredom. Lie awake at night regretting it. Sleep. Repeat. Day after day, week after week.
By Fazal Hadi8 months ago in Confessions