Childhood
"Enchanted Hearts"
**Title: "Enchanted Hearts"** **Prologue** In a world where magic and reality intertwine, love often defies logic, transcending time and space. This is the story of two souls whose paths crossed in the most extraordinary way, igniting a love story that would change their lives forever. It begins with a simple phrase, but it echoes through eternity: **"Thank you so much, dear, for enchanting my life with love."
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN9 months ago in Confessions
What I Learned from Being Ghosted by My Best Friend
We never had a fight. That’s what still haunts me the most. No yelling. No tears. No dramatic confrontation. Just a quiet drifting, so slow and subtle I didn’t realize it was happening until it was over.
By muhammad khalil9 months ago in Confessions
A Rainy Tale: Memories of Love in the Rain
Introduction Rain has always been a timeless companion in love stories. In literature, films, and real life, rain turns ordinary moments into unforgettable memories. This is my story — a story of two young hearts, mine and Maria Mary’s, who discovered the meaning of love through simple, everyday moments.
By Fahim Muntashir9 months ago in Confessions
The Bus Stop Stranger
I was late—again. The rain was relentless, drumming against my umbrella like it was trying to shake me out of my fog. I had just left the office, soaked in more than just rain: burnout, boredom, and the dull ache of a life on autopilot. My job in digital marketing paid the bills, but it was eating me from the inside out.
By Khan9 months ago in Confessions
Being Shy in a Loud World: What No One Sees. AI-Generated.
Being shy is not the same as being antisocial. It’s not that we don’t want to talk — it’s that sometimes we just don’t know how. In a world full of noise, social media, fast opinions, and constant eyes, being a reserved person can feel like being in the wrong place… all the time.
By The last9 months ago in Confessions
I Broke My Own Heart
Not because of a fight, or betrayal, or some dramatic moment — but because I had slowly stopped recognizing myself in the mirror. My smile was still there, but it had become mechanical. I laughed at the right moments, said the right things, kept up the routine… but inside, something had gone quiet. I wasn’t in love anymore — I was in limbo.
By inam ullah9 months ago in Confessions
Every country gets the leaders it deserves
In the same way we are all a product of our environment, leaders are a direct reflection of the society that produces them. Even though this title might seem harsh, it is painfully true. Bad leaders do not sprout out of thin air, they are enabled, tolerated, promoted and sometimes celebrated by the very people who suffer under them. Let's talk about why this happens, how do bad leaders emerge in different societies and rise to power.
By real Jema9 months ago in Confessions
The Price of Fragility
We live in an era where consumption isn’t just encouraged — it’s demanded. We are bombarded every day with products, content, distractions. We’ve been taught that to be happy, we simply need to buy something new, watch another show, consume one more ready-made experience. And without realizing it, we’ve drifted away from our true nature: to create, to think, to question.The result is everywhere. We are increasingly anxious, depressed, and apathetic. We've lost the spark in our eyes because we stopped building something that is truly ours, something that is born from within. Creativity — the vital spark of human existence — is being suffocated by the ease of prepackaged experiences. We’ve stopped imagining. We’ve stopped dreaming. We’ve become addicted to receiving, incapable of producing.
By Persephone9 months ago in Confessions
The Council Estate and Me. Content Warning.
Chapter One – The Unspoken Rules The flat smelled like sweat, damp socks, and something burnt from two nights ago. It clung to the wallpaper, the furniture, even Jamie’s school jumper, no matter how often he tried to air it by the window before putting it on. It was the smell of council living, stale and permanent. It was like the estate had decided it was part of them now. Even clean washing came out smelling like defeat.
By ColdHardCash9 months ago in Confessions
