Childhood
The Day I Stopped Running From Myself
1. The Coffee Shop Breakdown The steam from my chai latte blurred my vision as the first tear fell. Right there between the oat milk carafe and a display of overpriced matcha cookies, my body decided what my mind had refused to admit for years: I was drowning.
By Waqas Ahmad5 months ago in Confessions
Father Figure I Never Expected
1. The First Punch I found Mac’s Gym because it smelled like my father. Liniment, sweat, and something bitter underneath—like old rage. I was fourteen, knuckles split from punching my bedroom wall after Dad’s latest "discipline session."
By Habibullah6 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Hidden From The World
The island was shrouded in mist, its secrets hidden from the world. But when Emma stumbled upon an old map, she knew she had to explore its shores. As she wandered through the island's lush forests, she discovered lost treasures from throughout history: a Viking's sword, a Victorian-era parasol, a pair of Converse sneakers. Each object told a story, and Emma felt like she was unraveling the threads of time.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Confessions
I Found My Childhood Self Hiding in My Dreams — And She Was Angry
For the past three weeks, I’ve had the same dream. I’m walking down a hallway. It’s not familiar, but somehow it feels like home. The floor creaks beneath my feet. The walls are covered in old, peeling wallpaper — soft pink roses on a yellowed background. I walk past closed doors. At the end of the hall, one door is slightly open. Light spills out. I push it gently.
By Mansoor ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 3
I reminded them in earlier writings that I had studied the negative consequences of drinking and my spy activities. When someone is positive about someone they meet, they usually betray their best partner right away. I only exhibit affection to animals because of this, but I would never betray someone I trust.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 2
These days, I am in a position to maintain my sobriety in general. Having a large level of self-control is required in order to engage in activities such as writing and serious hobbies. Deals are made in an atmosphere where alcohol is prevalent, particularly in the business sector, in order to weaken the willpower of business people. However, I am aware that now I want to avoid going to bars as much as possible.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
The Silence I Inherited
In the country where I currently live, the world often feels upside down. Every day brings a fresh dose of absurdity. People drive recklessly, drunk and unaware of consequences. Laws seem like mere suggestions, and the streets are filled with chaos. I don’t engage with much of it—I stay away. I have learned to withdraw, to protect my peace by limiting my contact with others.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Orange She Peeled for me
I hadn’t spoken to my mother in three years. Not since the night everything fell apart—when the weight of years and unspoken words cracked the fragile glass between us. The fight itself was stupid, if I’m honest. Something about who I loved, how I lived, and how much of that didn’t match the picture she had carried in her head since I was a child.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Confessions
How to Create a Life You Love
What if your dream life isn’t waiting to be found—but quietly asking to be built? Every morning, millions of people wake up, brush their teeth, scroll their phones, drink coffee, and dive into a life they never consciously chose. Somewhere along the way, routine replaced purpose. But what if this very moment—right now—was your opportunity to press reset?
By USAMA KHAN6 months ago in Confessions
"The Shadow Looks Back"
A psychological tale of confronting your deepest fears to find your truest self. 1.The Unsettling Reflection Emily had always been fascinated by mirrors. She loved staring at her reflection, admiring her features, and making funny faces to see how they would look. But one day, while getting ready for bed, Emily noticed something strange in the mirror. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but as she looked closer, she realized that there was a figure standing just behind her.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for My Anxiety
It happened after another draining day at work, a day tangled in nervous energy. I kept hearing myself say, “Sorry I’m so anxious,” and “Sorry if I’m a bother.” My cheeks were hot with embarrassment every time a flush of panic crept in. That afternoon, after excusing my shivers and silence for what felt like the tenth time, I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked tired, old even, weighed down by invisible baggage. At that moment, I felt a swell of anger and stubborn hope rise—the realization that I deserved more than a cycle of apologies for simply being me.
By Wilson Igbasi6 months ago in Confessions
