School
Word of the Day: 地球
I am on my school computer at this library of the Salem campus, but I need to go to my history class. Unfortunately the teacher seems to be having some personal issues that needed to be tended to. I am just sitting here and sort of sorting my paperwork so I can return to the class but I am not sure.
By Kayla McIntosh27 days ago in Confessions
Seven Days of Madness. Content Warning.
Before you read through my recollection of transpired events, I should make a few things clear: I am writing this blurb almost a decade after I graduated college but the day-by-day parts were all written a week or so after they transpired. I left out a few key details to perserve anonymity (my friends' real names, places, locations, etc.)
By ARG27 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 三日月
I am needing to get to the next page but, I am already tired. It is 9:20pm. I couldn't even buy food now if I wanted to. I am just drinking tea and drinking water. I tried to eat buldak ramyeon but my body rejected it so badly I had to throw it all up.
By Kayla McIntosh29 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 小切手
I am too tired to be standing at my work desk right now. I have gathered a lot of time, which I am pretty happy about, and Jahon is asleep so I can relax for a bit. He got very sleepy from the indica so, I think he's finally napping properly.
By Kayla McIntosh30 days ago in Confessions
The Marks That Didn’t Define Guluna. AI-Generated.
By Fatima Sami The village of Daggar rested quietly between two gentle hills, where narrow dusty paths passed by small mud houses and evenings carried the smell of wood smoke and soil. Life in Daggar was slow and predictable, shaped by morning prayers, school hours, and long sunsets. Dreams in such a place were often modest—but for some, they were deeply powerful.
By Fatima Sami about a month ago in Confessions
When Life Slows You Down to Teach You Something Important. AI-Generated.
By Fatima Sami ⸻ Life does not always change with loud moments or dramatic events. Sometimes, it changes quietly, through pauses we did not plan and outcomes we did not expect. These moments often arrive disguised as disappointment, delay, or failure. At first, they feel like obstacles. Later, they reveal themselves as lessons.
By Fatima Sami about a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 子羊
I am just trying to talk to Jahon now and he keeps on talking about strange things, I think he is just testing my capability to do things but I am really maintaining my timer, I really have to live by that for real. I mean he is wanting food and stuff and I am like, " eat whatever is in the fridge. " Since he sort of passed out before we could go to the food court.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
USA, Israel, and Iran-What’s Really Happening
Tensions in the Middle East: USA, Israel, and Iran — What’s Really Happening In the past few days, international attention has focused on a high-profile meeting between Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former U.S. President Donald Trump at Trump’s private estate in Florida. The talks were not about routine diplomacy — they centered on growing concerns over Iran’s ballistic missile and nuclear programs and how the United States and Israel might respond.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Confessions
The Unspooling Hour
The dust motes in the weak afternoon light danced, suspended, just like everything else in this goddamn house. Especially me. The air itself felt thick, like old velvet. My eyes, they just slid back to it, always back to the grandfather clock in the corner. Heavy oak, dark with age and neglect, its face a cracked porcelain moon. Most clocks, they tick forward, right? Mark the passage, the relentless march. Not this one. This one, the second hand, it dragged itself counter-clockwise. Minutes, hours, days, peeling back like old wallpaper. It wasn’t a trick of the light, wasn’t my tired eyes. It was real. A quiet defiance of everything. A promise, maybe. Or a cruel joke, I still haven't figured that out, even now, with the taste of ash in my mouth. My fingers trembled on the armrest, the worn fabric shedding little threads. Little pieces of everything.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ホチキス. Top Story - December 2025.
I don't know the word for Staples. I remember I used to think that Hochikisu was an Onomatopoeia for a stapler rather than a brand name. I am pretty sure I already have this title as a theme, which is making me feel many sort of ways as Vocal is harassing me about payments currently.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a month ago in Confessions
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing, Why the Future Is Not Decided
World War 3: Why the Fear Is Growing—and Why the Future Is Not Decided In recent years, the phrase “World War 3” has moved from history books into daily conversation. It appears in news headlines, political speeches, social media debates, and comment sections across the internet. For many people, it represents a growing fear that the world is drifting toward another global catastrophe. But fear alone does not explain why this idea has become so powerful—or why it demands careful discussion rather than panic.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Confessions
