School
The Unlit Ballroom
The weight of it, Jesus, it was a physical thing. Sat across from her at the kitchen table, the fluorescent light above humming, buzzing, too bright for this hour. For this moment. It bleached the color from everything, made Eleanor’s face look stark, tired. My hands, clammy things, were clamped tight under the table, knuckles white. Stomach twisted in knots, a fist clenching around something sharp, something metallic. Been practicing the words for weeks. Whispered them into the bathroom mirror, into the empty air of my car on the way to work, into the deep, unforgiving night. Never sounded right. Always too small, too flimsy for the chasm they had to cross. My tongue felt thick, a slug in my mouth.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Confessions
The Stain of Blue
The rain came down in sheets, a cold, relentless drum solo on the city's concrete stage. It wasn't a gentle drizzle; this was the kind that soaked through your jacket in minutes, clung to your eyelashes, and made every neon sign bleed into the slick, black puddles. I walked slow, head down, the hood of my worn-out sweatshirt doing little to keep the chill from my neck. Each puddle was a shattered mirror, reflecting the lurid greens of the liquor store, the frantic reds of the Chinese takeout, the electric blues of the strip club called 'Heaven' that was anything but.
By HAADI2 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of White Silence
The snow fell like ash, thick and quiet, eating every sound the city usually made. It was past two in the morning. Arthur stood by the kitchen window, a mug of cold coffee forgotten on the counter. His breath fogged the glass, a ghostly smear against the endless white. Outside, the streetlights cast long, distorted shadows of snow-laden branches, and the world was utterly, unnervingly still. Not a car. Not a dog. Just the whisper of flakes hitting the pane, a sound so soft it only emphasized the hollow space inside his skull.
By HAADI2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 小説
I have eaten quite a bit. I don't know if that is from SAD, actual depression or my body reacting to a possible fetus developing in my body. I am not trying to overthink that last bit, well either way I am not overthinking it, I am just trying to deal with not stress eating in anyway.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
The Archivist's Burden
The air in the Grand Reading Room always felt thin, even at midday, but tonight, past closing, it was a chokehold. Elias moved through the hushed expanse, his footsteps absorbed by the thick Persian rugs that had outlasted generations of scholars. Every oak shelf, every towering stack, seemed to lean in, heavy with unspoken histories, with the weight of paper and time. He was a creature of habit, an archivist by trade, but tonight wasn't about cataloging the past. Tonight was about burying it deeper, or maybe, finally, unearthing it.
By HAADI2 months ago in Confessions
The Teacher's smile:. AI-Generated.
The study room come to be humming with nervous strength. It have become the day of the large exam, the only that everybody had been speaking about for weeks. college college students shuffled their papers, tapped their pens, and whispered very last-minute formulation to themselves. I sat at my desk, looking at the easy sheet within the the front of me, my thoughts in reality frozen.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
Understanding a client
One reason why AI will have a hard time taking over humans is that we humans have a hard time expressing what we really want. Even with a sophisticated catalog of words and good communication, it's still hard for us to clearly picture and translate into words what we really want to accomplish. Even when it's the case, even when we do know how to express these things, often times we come to realize that what we wanted, turned out to not be what we actually wanted in the end. It's something very mind-boggling to say the least. My guess is that AI will have to become better at understanding our gibberish or at the very least predicting what we really want, which isn’t really something far-fetched to do.
By real Jema2 months ago in Confessions
Living with Autism
All my life I have been called strange or misinterpreted. My face was always a blank slate growing up that others would project onto or use as a sign that I am not interested in therm. My actions were not ever taken louder than my face. Usually my face is taken as being different or stoic. It has been harsh lately when my face was taken to mean I was looking irritated, something it has never been taken as before until I met passive aggressive people.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Confessions
“I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late
I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late BY: Khan I used to believe that losing yourself was a dramatic event—something loud, obvious, impossible to miss. I thought it happened in a single moment, like a crack in a mirror. But the truth is quieter. Sometimes you don’t notice it happening at all. Sometimes it feels like nothing. Just small choices, tiny compromises, little silences… until one day you wake up and the person staring back at you isn’t you anymore.
By Khan 2 months ago in Confessions
The Lesson I Learned Too Late
✨ The Lesson I Learned Too Late How One Mistake Taught Me Everything I Needed to Know Too Late --- BY: Ubaid I used to believe that time was elastic — that it stretched as far as I needed and waited patiently for me to grow up, to say the right things, to make the right decisions. I lived like tomorrow was guaranteed, like apologies could always be made later, and like life had the patience to entertain my stubbornness.
By Ubaid 2 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 平和
I feel like I already used this theme before. Oh well. The girl that is sitting across me right now gave this word to me. It is nice someone feels comfortable to be next to me. Every one is really friendly. I guess I just need to opportunity to be around people who aren't my family or lovers lol. Like just normal people, normal casual conversations.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
