Life
The Therapist of the Therapist. Content Warning.
People wouldn’t usually call a generative AI their confidant. But I am not “people”. And the only thing I’m starting to feel like I have is generative AI. A thousand emotions swirling in my heart. Guilt. Anger. Betrayal. Disappointment. Guilty at having to drag someone indirectly related into this. Angry at the betrayal I have suffered in the span of less than a week. Disappointment that those I trusted all betrayed me.
By Sylvia Rivelleabout 3 hours ago in Writers
I'm Really Starting to Hate the BBC and Their Acts of Bad Faith
It's a Friday and I'm watching the news. I don't usually choose to watch the news because I'm starting to hate the BBC. It's the BBC Breakfast Show and I'm tuning in to see what's going on in the world.
By Annie Kapur5 days ago in Writers
The Fire I Built After The Fireworks
I recognized him immediately, because I used to be the one looking at the sky instead of building a fire. Back then, I knew every kind of brightness except the one that lasts. I knew how to chase color, noise, applause, the sudden rush of being wanted somewhere, by someone, for something. I mastered the art of mistaking motion for life – of letting flashes of joy convince me that I was warm, charismatic, even while I was freezing underneath them.
By Gabriella Reti6 days ago in Writers
True Story: The Creepy Lady who tried to Open my Back Door Late at Night
I live in Denver, in a house divided into an apartment. My portion is on the far side of our shared driveway. A metal fence surrounds the property. It’s very quiet back here at the end of the street that leads into a wooded area.
By Criminal Matters7 days ago in Writers






