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Going Viral: The Dark Psychology Behind Online Fame
It starts with a ping. A sudden spike in views, an influx of likes, a flurry of comments from strangers across the world. You’ve gone viral. For a moment, you feel untouchable—validated, important, seen. But beneath that glittering surface, something darker is brewing.
By Kamran Zeb6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger’s Notebook
The Stranger’s Notebook On a quiet afternoon, Maya wandered through the park, hoping the familiar rustle of leaves and distant laughter would calm the restless thoughts in her mind. Her world had felt heavy lately—filled with memories she couldn’t shake and questions with no answers. As she passed the old oak tree, something caught her eye: a small, worn notebook resting on a bench, its leather cover cracked and soft with age.
By Furqan Elahi6 months ago in Confessions
Call Me By Your Name Again
Luca remembered the summer when everything changed. He was only seventeen when he met Adrien — a visiting French artist who arrived in Luca’s small Italian town to work on a mural for the local museum. Adrien had curly hair, sun-warmed skin, and a laugh that made strangers smile. Luca never believed in love at first sight until Adrien stepped off that train.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Venus Buried
The girl in the graveyard is your best friend, so you take her home. The night is a bruise between you, a blotch of rogue in the passenger window; the colour of fruit left out to fester. The body pries at her seatbelt, a finger, then two. The radio echoes static, the body shuffles in her seat. You study the face; the similar slice of jaw, the nose humped from where a baseball had hit her at twelve, just slightly off centre. The skin like a rain-licked plastic bag. The stink of musk and sulphur. You want to look away but you cannot. She's so beautiful, even like this. Your headlights rake warbled slits through the dirt road, a yellow like jaundice. Your hands are stiff from the cold, your lips cracked. The girl beside you is dead and you are bringing her home.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Confessions
Life After Summer
Life After Summer It always begins with the wind. That soft, familiar shift in the air — when the summer heat starts to loosen its grip, and evenings become kinder. It’s not quite autumn yet, but the world begins to cool, slowly, almost thoughtfully. Just like she had.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Full of feelings and questions. Top Story - August 2025.
Who is my mother? And what has she become? Sometimes it feels like a completely different person stands before me—heartless, distant, cruel. What turned her into this? Money? Time? Boredom? Or something much deeper that I’ll never understand?
By Anna 6 months ago in Confessions
From Jealousy to Gratitude. AI-Generated.
For years, I was at war — not with the world, but with my own heart. On the outside, I lived a quiet life. I greeted others with a smile, said “MashaAllah” when someone shared good news, and nodded during reminders about being thankful. But inside, I was burning with silent jealousy — not because I hated others, but because I couldn't understand why their lives were moving forward while mine remained still.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
Why I’ll Always Return to Sex Work
1. Sex Work Is So Much More Than People Think When people hear “sex work,” their minds often go straight to street prostitution or escorting. But the truth is, sex work is an umbrella term that covers a wide range of services and formats—some of which never involve physical contact at all.
By No One’s Daughter6 months ago in Confessions
The One Who Switched Up First
I thought we were solid. Like, for real. Me and him? We grew up side by side, went through the same BS, laughed at the same dumb jokes, walked to school every day like it was our little routine. People used to call us twins — not ‘cause we looked alike, but ‘cause our bond looked unbreakable.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
The Dream I Hid for 10 Years. AI-Generated.
For a decade, I lived two lives. To my family, I was the obedient son — quiet, responsible, always saying "In shaa Allah" to their plans. I studied what they asked, attended the family shop when needed, and never questioned their decisions.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
