Истории Confessional

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

(summer)2019 apparitions entrench the woodland cover art: autumn dreams by julia tochilina (https://www.instagram.com/j.tochilina/)

A sleepless night. Shame, regrets, and erased dreams. Between broken pages and heavy losses, one voice asks: Why am I always an "almost"?

dedicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway. written in my teenage years, kiss my cuts captures adolescence in its rawest form. first loves, self-destruction, longing, anger, and the ache of wanting to be understood before understanding yourself.

She went on twenty dates in thirty days to find love... and accidentally found herself.💋 20 men. 30 days. One wildly chaotic dating experiment. Chloe thought she was just collecting stories and free sushi. But from sugar daddies to sketchy millionaires, nudists to ex-cons, every lipstick-smudged diary entry brings her closer to her real true love: herself.💄 💰Rich men. 🚩Red flags. 💡Real growth. "Chloe's Crush Confessions" is a sultry, laugh-out-loud dating diary for every woman who's ever said, "I can fix him." Spoiler: she couldn't-but she fixed herself.

A haunting confession of faith lost and prayers denied - when silence becomes God's only answer. 🌑

This is not a love story. It's about what remains when nothing begin

Have you ever met someone so sugary sweet it made your teeth ache? The kind who offers support in public and silence in private. Who gives advice that sounds wise, until you realize it was a setup? You tell them something vulnerable, and it comes back to you with the edges sharpened. At first, it feels like friendship. You're seen. Heard. Included. Then the shift happens. The red flags don't scream. They blink quietly. A silence in the group chat. A glance that doesn't hold. Your seat gets filled with saccharine words and tight little smiles, all said just loud enough for you to hear. You back away. They don't take it well. At first, it's subtle. Whispers. DMs that "accidentally" leak. Inside jokes that aren't jokes. A cropping of screenshots. A twisting of tone. They don't block you. They rewrite you. Suddenly, you're the villain in a story you didn't write. The warning label on their feed. The monster behind the mute button. And the worst part? People believe them. Because the ones who weaponize kindness always know how to smile while they sharpen the knife. Yeah. Welcome to my world. Some of you have lived this. Some of you are still trying to recover from it. And the rest of you? You're just lucky I finally decided to speak.

pine (noun): an evergreen coniferous tree with clusters of long needle-shaped leaves pine (verb): miss or long for Do you ever feel like the forests of your consciousness are forests of pine trees? Because I do. Why a forest of pine, you wonder? Maybe it's because the noun "pine" reminds me of the verb "pine" and how I often miss or yearn for something more just beyond my reach. Or maybe it's because I sometimes get hurt by the jagged pines of my own thoughts. I now invite you to wander with me into my misty forests of consciousness, pine, and poetry. Let's play a game of hide and seek in the woods. Get lost with me. Find me. And find yourself. *** A poem from this collection: Pine I breathe you in - A familiar mix of cinnamon, musk, And pine. Every time I now think of you, I remember you as pine. Evergreen, With needles so delicate But so sharp. I once held onto you so tight, That the needles piercing through my skin Left us adorned in crimson. I must have spent far too long in your exotic forests. For I now realise That I too carry the sickly-sweet scent of pine. But there was a difference. While you smelt like the noun, I smelt like the verb. ***

About being ready for becoming someone new before the world is ready to see it.

"𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧." -rid.inkskinned

(2/2) A hidden Wonderland calls every night at 11 p.m. - beautiful, dangerous, and stained with secrets. Step inside, and you may never come back the same. 🌑🕰️

(1/2) A hidden Wonderland calls every night at 11 p.m. - beautiful, dangerous, and stained with secrets. Step inside, and you may never come back the same. 🌑🕰️

A raw confessional poem that explores guilt, mental fracture, and emotional suffocation, tracing the slow corrosion of a mind drowning in its own shadows

A compilation of poems that tells a story of someone who stays and believes that this time it'll be different. Even though knowing it always still ends with her leaving..

Escritos sobre o primeiro amor, o amor que me ensinou o que é amar.

Echoes in the Confessional By Orzune Elyanis Saugh Six haunting short stories. One unforgettable woman. Countless lives forever altered. Before the infamous killings made headlines, before Father Elijah offered his soul for hers, there were others. Strangers. Witnesses. Confessors. Echoes in the Confessional is a chilling, elegant anthology of six interconnected short stories told through the eyes of the overlooked - the bartender, the sacristan, the ex-lover, the obituary writer, the cleaner, and the priest who mistook poetry for repentance. Each of them encountered Lucienne, a woman cloaked in beauty, vengeance, and secrets. They didn't know her name then. But they remember her now. A napkin left behind. A smudge of lipstick. A confession that wasn't metaphor. And always... something missing after she leaves. In these vignettes of noir, psychological tension, and feminine fury, the ripple effects of Lucienne's "sins" are quietly revealed through those who crossed her path - and never forgot it. 📚 This collection includes: The Bartender's Burden - He thought he was invisible. Until she tipped him with silence. The Sacristan's Shadow - The church was her sanctuary. Until the lilies started wilting. The Unwitting Confessor - He mistook metaphor for grief. Until the silk scarf turned up on the news. The Obituary Writer's Obsession - She wrote about the dead. Until one of them wrote back. The Cleaner's Confession - He scrubbed away the blood. But not the messages. The Ex-Lover's Lingering Doubt - She loved her once. Before she became a myth. Echoes in the Confessional is a sharp, stylish, and emotionally unsettling descent into a world where beauty is a weapon, and vengeance whispers in the dark. Fans of Gone Girl, Killing Eve, and Promising Young Woman will devour these elegant acts of reckoning.

A poem in reflection

A short story looking into the darker parts of a confession. A priest listens to a woman confess her love for a man that seems eerily familiar, a man who is forbidden to love her back. cover by shekissesskeletons! thank you!

"For all, your name I tender engraved on stone. It hurt me raw. [...] So I plea, so I beg, so my song, ends thus: You tell me, you tell me, because you must. - you told me everything, remember?" -- by G. For G.: Here is everything. ---x----x---x---x----x---x--- An anthology of poetry written by Calyxte ("The Virtuoso").