Childhood
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead I was 17, late for school, and flying down the block in the middle of winter with half-frozen hair and a burnt piece of toast in my mouth. Classy. The yellow school bus came around the corner just as I was reaching the stop. I waved frantically, breath clouding in the air, but the driver didn't see. Perhaps he did, and just decided it was too late.
By Amzad Rahid10 months ago in Confessions
The Scam That Taught Me More Than a Classroom Ever Did
I was in 12th grade when I first decided to order something online. Back then, online shopping wasn’t common in my family. In fact, it was strongly discouraged. My parents believed it was risky, and every time I mentioned it, they’d look concerned. They thought everything online was a scam waiting to happen.
By Takbir Hasan10 months ago in Confessions
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened. Top Story - April 2025.
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous - gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Accidentally Became My School’s Therapist
It all began during recess, when I offered Haris a piece of gum. That’s it. That’s how my life changed. Haris took the gum like it was a sacred offering, sat next to me on the bench, sighed like a 40-year-old uncle, and said:
By Fahad Khan10 months ago in Confessions
Generational Curses
The Hidden Cost: What Happens to Children When Parents Don’t Break Generational Curses In every family, there are patterns—unspoken rules, emotional wounds, survival tactics, and inherited beliefs that get passed down like heirlooms. These are often what people today refer to as *generational curses*. Unlike mystical superstitions, these "curses" are deeply psychological, emotional, and behavioral patterns rooted in trauma, unhealed wounds, or outdated worldviews. And when parents choose not to confront or heal them, the impact on their children can be profound, lasting well into adulthood—and sometimes, an entire lifetime.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
Real Story of Future
1. The Spark Kael Vargas was fifteen the day the sky cracked open. He remembered the heat before he remembered the light. It came like a second sun—sudden, white-hot, and humming with a frequency that made his bones ache. Across the Chilean Andes, lights danced in unnatural patterns, mimicking auroras that had no business in the southern hemisphere.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
For the Book Lovers Soul
The Book Lover sat at the kitchen table in his apartment. He was wearing a sweater and brown styled pants sporting the Cz of the sports team he worked for! Oddly enough The Book Lover worked in the office and normally wore a suit and tie at work. The Book Lover sat tall with his shoulders back and his back completely straight. nedtic body supported by a stool. In his hands was a book and The Book Lover's eyes were scanning the page word on the pages furiously. His apartment was completely silent and The book Lover seemed still. if only his rapidly moving eyes could make the noice of an engine . as they sped around the pages. His body sat still in the kitchen, at the table, on a stool, but mind was far far away. He seemed so still and serine one missing the book in his hand may assume that this individual was in a deep meditative state. Deep in his eyes you could see joy, but the joy couldnt have been comin from his stone-silent, nicely furnished kitchen, his joy was coming from his book. But to the Book Lover it was not just a book, because it waas his favorite book in the netire world. He had just began this book the Book Lovers love journey with books began much earlier on
By Elijah Davis10 months ago in Confessions
The Childhood I Had to Heal from as an Adult. Content Warning.
I always desperately sought my parents’ attention. For their love. Their approval. But I was neglected. My dad always favored his other kids—especially my younger brother. If they hit me, it was fine. But if I defended myself, Dad would slap me or throw a sandal at me. My voice never mattered.
By Pink_Diamond10 months ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Lover
(Dark Romance - Part 6) “Look Neel, I’m really grateful to you all. You took care of my Brishti like your own family when she was sick. But don’t forget one thing—Brishti is my wife. So, the farther you stay away from her, the better it’ll be for you. You have no idea how dangerous I can be when I’m not in a good mood.”
By Sabiha Sums10 months ago in Confessions
Bad mood can be a cry for help.
It's getting really hard for me. There are days when I don't even recognize myself. And I don't like this version of me. I was born happy, but the world is wearing me down. My body keeps moving, but my soul feels lost. I get impatient, irritated with everything and everyone, craving silence, but also longing for comfort. And I don’t have that option. Because I’ve always been the on who gave comfort.metimes I feel so ashamed… It’s like I’m always the last one to understand what’s happening in my own life. But deep down, I know exactly what happened. And that’s what hurts the most.
By Persephone10 months ago in Confessions
