Bad habits
The Day We Went to a Spa
Little Girl… This is also a small incident that happened about twelve years ago… At that time, I was working in a branch around Kandy… The tourism industry was the main industry in the area… I was the loan officer at that branch then…. In those days, a new loan scheme was introduced by the bank for small and medium scale industries… I went to Colombo for basic training and was given a target of 100,000 rupees… I was so happy…
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
Whispers in the Dark "A Railway Station Love Story"
**Part 1: The Arrival** The city's central railway station was a hive of frenetic energy, a labyrinth where stories collided, enmeshed in the rhythmic clanging of steel and human voices. Among the travelers, a figure stood out—a young woman named Lyra, with fiery red hair cascading down her back and a glimmer of determination in her emerald eyes. She was an aspiring journalist, fearless and driven, with a penchant for the underground and a nose for stories hidden in the shadows.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
The Truth Behind the Mirror
A hidden secret that has shaped a life. Lily Walker had always been the quiet one in the group, a listener rather than a talker. She enjoyed the comfort of her own thoughts, the solace of being alone with her books and the music that echoed in her mind. But behind the calm exterior, there was a truth she had never shared with anyone.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Confessions
How I Survived Social Anxiety
Let me take you back to a moment I’ll never forget. I was at a work event, standing in a circle of coworkers, nodding along to a conversation I wasn’t even following. Someone asked me a question, and my brain buffered! I stammered something incoherent, felt my face turn the color of a fire hydrant, and promptly made an excuse to leave.
By Zamiee11 months ago in Confessions
The Role of a Mother
The Love That Ruptured the Blood Vessels - The Role of a Mother Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that holds the power to shape our lives in ways we can't always explain. Of all the varieties of love that we experience in life, the relationship between mother and child is among the closest and strongest, This is more than just being in love.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
Shattered Love
Part One: The Beginning In the small, picturesque town of Maplewood, where the leaves painted the streets bright hues of orange and gold each autumn, a love story was about to unfold. Samantha James, a bright-eyed art student with dreams as vivid as the canvases she painted, had always believed in the power of love. Little did she know that her heart would soon dance with the shadows of a darkness she couldn't fathom.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN11 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: 素直
I am at Starbucks today, I am planning on submitting a bunch of the Jail Journal entries since it is my mom's birthday and she invited her cousin who I think is the biggest gossip and fake in town. I don't care t be around either of them so the idea of watching a movie and eating chinese food with them is kind of, unbearable.
By Kayla McIntosh11 months ago in Confessions
To anyone who feels like a failure, this one's for you
I have known the depths of pain, regret, desolation and the atrocious feeling of not being enough. You sink deeper into the abyss of self-doubt and plague yourself that life has no meaning left to sustain your being, There is tiredness in your soul and your eyes have lost their spark.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
No, He Never Hit Me.... Content Warning.
The question got asked again: did he ever hit you? I wracked my brain for an answer and could only remember the times he almost hit me with his fist making contact with the wall or the door a few inches from my head. "No, he never hit me."
By The Schizophrenic Mom11 months ago in Confessions
80 Years of Marriage at Ages 103 and 101
The husband, who is 103 years old, and his wife, who is 101 years old. As relationships fizzle and commitments come and go, the love story of a couple married for 80 years is a testament to the prospect of timeless love.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
A True Friend by Aram Frith
To own the word friend, we must first become a true friend. A good conversation does not make a friend. If someone is not there in times of trouble, if they go somewhere else to talk about their sorrows, if they support you in making a mistake. If they come out of their way to talk about their sorrows in times of happiness, that is not a friend.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Confessions
