Secrets
“The Last Letter She Never Read”
I met her on a quiet Tuesday evening at a bookstore tucked between two abandoned shops. She was standing in the poetry section, her fingers tracing the spines of old books with the kind of reverence that made me stop in my tracks. I didn’t know it then, but that moment would mark the start of something I would never forget.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Marina Meets Taylor. Content Warning.
As much as I envy her lifestyle, I do fear that it will catch up with her one day! Marina lay comfortably stretched on her couch, with an excellent wine on the table beside her and the TV tuned to her favorite late-night show. She gently mused away and let her mind wander to all that could have been.
By Sacha Sutama4 months ago in Confessions
"DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10 PM" [ II ]
Part Two — They Remember Their Owners I didn’t go near the basement for two days. I kept myself busy with work, cooking, anything that would keep me distracted. But every night, right at 10:03 PM, the apartment seemed to hum with something alive. At first, it was subtle — a faint vibration through the walls, like water running through old, tired pipes. Then, gradually, it grew louder. There was rhythm to it. A pulse. A steady, mechanical heartbeat that didn’t belong in any normal building.
By iam Raja4 months ago in Confessions
"DO NOT DO LAUNDRY AFTER 10PM" [ I ]
Part One — The Rule When I moved into Pinewood Apartments, I thought the creepiest thing about it was the smell — that strange cocktail of rust, detergent, and the faint sweetness of something old, like time had soaked into the walls and refused to leave. The building itself looked harmless enough: red brick, a few weeds sprouting between the cracks, a faded welcome mat that had seen better days. But then I saw the laundry room door.
By iam Raja4 months ago in Confessions
We Fell in Love Too Late
The first time I saw her, she was laughing in the rain. I was running late for a train, soaked to the bone, clutching a coffee that had already gone cold. She stood there—under a broken umbrella, smiling at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Alessia Scita: The Essential Arithmetic of the Heart
I have always believed that wisdom can emerge from the most unexpected places—not just from the hallowed halls of academia or the boardrooms of power, but in the everyday conversations, in the quiet reflections of young people finding their footing in the world. When a young woman, someone like Alessia Scita, shares a piece of her personal philosophy with the world, it invites us all to pause and truly listen. Her observations, delivered with the clarity and directness that comes with truly seeing a truth for yourself, strike at the core of what it means to connect, what it means to love.
By Kate Hydeen4 months ago in Confessions
The Difference Between Hatred and Holy Intolerance
There is a dangerous confusion in today’s world. People are told that loving others means accepting everything they say, everything they do, and everything they believe. But love without truth is not love. It is surrender and cowardice disguised as compassion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Confessions
The Monsoon and the Memory. Content Warning.
July 12 A soft, percussive thud from down the street—the transformer giving up its ghost to the humidity—and suddenly, my world shrank to the four walls of my room, the only light a sickly grey bleed from the monsoon sky. The fan’s lazy whir stuttered and died, and in the silence it left behind, the rain took centre stage. It wasn't the gentle pitter-patter of romantic films; this was a full-throated roar on the terracotta tiles, a relentless, drenching downpour that turned the world outside my window into a watercolour painting left in the rain. Mumbai was drowning, and I was marooned in my third-floor apartment.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 大混乱
I am sort of freaking out now because I my tutor canceled on me last minute. Not for tonight, I feel like I'll get my homework done on time. But I worry for my test on Wednesday. I have a very busy week ahead of me and I don't think I am going to have any time to study math properly.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Into the Belly of the Beast: How I Spent $90k on a Subscription Platform in 6 Months Without Realizing It
I didn’t set out to spend $90k on a subscription-based platform. It started like most modern mistakes, a TikTok video, a quick scroll to Instagram, then a single click that opened a world I didn’t know existed. What followed was six months of connection, conversation, and carefully engineered illusion. You think you’re building something real, but you’re actually stepping into a system built to extract attention, emotion, and money (in that order).
By Peach Lover4 months ago in Confessions
