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Introduction I took a selfie wearing a favourite shirt for a poem/playlist that I wrote which you can check out here: I thought I would use the picture for my Facebook Avatar, and yes, you expect a few likes, but at the moment they are at sixty, and that got me thinking, possibly spurred on by a quote from Ozzy Osbourne, who we just lost.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 7 months ago in Confessions
My Grandmother’s Diary Told Me a Secret No One Was Supposed to Know
When my grandmother died, she left behind a wooden box that smelled like rosewater and forgotten years. It sat on the top shelf of her closet, beside a jar of old buttons and a photo of her late husband in uniform. No one had touched it in decades.
By Muhammad Riaz7 months ago in Confessions
The Mirror in the Attic
In the fog-drenched town of Elmsworth, nestled between tall trees and silent streets, lived an old woman named Agatha Moore. Her cottage stood on the edge of the woods, worn by time and wrapped in mystery. Children whispered about her being a witch; adults believed she had lost her mind years ago. But no one ever knocked on her door.
By farhan7 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 鍵
So today I finally signed the paperwork to get into my new apartment, yay. I was told though, that the keys to the mailbox weren't left by the last tenant so we had to fork out 40 bucks to get a new one. While we were at the post office, I got my address changed as well, but my mom ended up losing her car keys to my grandma's car.
By Kayla McIntosh7 months ago in Confessions
From Burnout to Balance: My Journey to Reclaiming My Energy
I didn’t realize I was burned out until I couldn’t get out of bed one morning—not because I was physically ill, but because I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. It crept up slowly, disguised as ambition and masked by productivity. For years, I wore my busyness like a badge of honor. But behind the scenes, I was crumbling. This is the story of how I went from burnout to balance—and the hard lessons I learned along the way.
By Aiman Shahid7 months ago in Confessions
The Tea Stall Spy
The Tea Stall Spy: Secrets in a Cup In the narrow lanes of Old Delhi, hidden between spice vendors and book hawkers, stood a modest tea stall run by an old man named Abdul Chacha. To most people, he was just a kind-hearted vendor with a perfect hand for masala chai. But few knew that the steaming cups he served carried more than just cardamom and ginger—they held whispers, secrets, and sometimes, silent warnings.
By farhan7 months ago in Confessions
The way he made me feel
It all started with a wave to a kid, who came like an angel who made a path in my love life. Our first meeting wasn't so dramatic like Hollywood movies or any K-drama moment. His smile towards me felt so genuine, soft enough to catch my attention. It felt so secret that it didn't felt like as if i was in love. I saw something in his eyes.... a lightness, a kindness, something that made the room feel less cold. For the first time in my life, i felt noticed. I have had crushes before but it never felt so unreal like he made me feel.
By Lee Jessica7 months ago in Confessions
So, Who are We Now?
Do you know that the trope of baseball players or other traveling workers in movies and TV shows has a bunch of different families all across the country? Well, that’s a real thing, and baseball players aren’t the only folks who do this; other “regular people” do it, and not just men. Women are family hoarders, too. Some, like my maternal great-grandmother, are cuckoos if you will. Leaving their fledglings in other nests to be cared for by the father's family, usually the father's family.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Confessions
The Ink That Paid the Rent: A Write-and-Earn Journey
Chapter 1: The Last Friday My hands were shaking as I stirred sugar into my coffee that Friday morning—the third packet because my nerves were shot from another sleepless night. The elevator's familiar ding felt different somehow, like a funeral bell I couldn't quite place.
By noor ul amin7 months ago in Confessions
''The Last Gift''
It was the morning of Eid, and the sun rose gently over the small town of Al Noor. The call to prayer echoed softly in the distance, mingling with the rustle of new clothes being laid out, the scent of cardamom-laced tea, and the warmth of freshly baked bread. In every home, laughter and light filled the air—every home except one.
By farooq shah7 months ago in Confessions
How to Stop Comparing Yourself to Everyone Online.
You’re waiting for your coffee to brew, or you’re ticking off the time before bed, and suddenly you’re ten minutes into someone else’s highlight reel. A wedding in Bali. A promotion announcement. Perfectly styled kids in spotless homes. She just had her third child and still looks like she stepped out of a fashion ad. He’s buying his second home at 28. They’re building a life you never dreamed possible.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Confessions
