Childhood
Lost Relationship through time
Dear Little Sister, Do you remember the first time we met? It was at your birthday party. For those who don’t know, my step mother was a clown that was hired for a party. It was a typical day for me. I was there to help hall my step-mother’s magic wagon, balloon holder and face paint bag grabber. Basically I was a pack mule. I didn’t mind it so much because I was getting paid to do so. Little did I know how much you would have meant to me in the future.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson11 months ago in Confessions
Boarding School Pranks – Three of the Best I Got Up To
I was inspired by a story from Paul Stewart last month: Paul relays a story about when he was at school and had to face the head teacher. It was about something he had done but could not own up to, so he lied.
By Calvin London11 months ago in Confessions
An open letter to the voices in my head
Dear Echoes in my mind I understand how enraging it becomes from time to time to express yourself, to finally say what's on your mind, to bury your sadness and angst through my being. Because I know how infuriating it is to be confined in an endless labyrinth of what-ifs and curating the worst-case scenarios for every stance we go through. I know all you are trying to do is protect me from the potential perils of my existential stride, to shield me from the externality of how horrendous the world could be. I behold your concern, I see you as you are and I feel your pain, but I want to be honest with you and I am tired. I am tired of your constant whispers of how bad the world is, how everything can turn against me or how I can become better because the present me is not good enough.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
Decision: The Foundation of Life
Ayan sat on a park bench, staring at the rippling water of the small lake before him. The late afternoon sun cast golden reflections on the surface, yet his mind was clouded with uncertainty. He was faced with a decision that had the potential to alter his life forever. For the past five years, he had worked as a junior executive in a corporate firm. It was a stable job, providing him with a decent salary and a comfortable lifestyle. But deep down, he felt trapped. His true passion lay in writing, something he had neglected for years in the name of security. And now, an opportunity had arrived—one that could either fulfill his dreams or leave him struggling financially. A renowned publishing house had offered to publish his novel. The catch? He would need to dedicate himself full-time to writing, as they required him to complete two more books within the next three years. Quitting his job meant stepping into uncertainty, with no guarantee of financial stability. But continuing in his current job meant suppressing his dream forever.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy11 months ago in Confessions
I’m An Artist, I Wanted To Be An Accountant
From a young age, I was captivated by the order and logic of numbers. Math felt like a reliable friend in an unpredictable world, promising a future of stability and success. However, as much as I adored the subject, external forces and familial expectations began to shape a path I never truly chose.
By Gading Widyatamaka11 months ago in Confessions
January and February 2025: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.
I messed up. In complete honesty, 2025 has been a whirlwind of difficulties and lessons that have humbled me in its entirety. Though lasting only two months in its stretch, I have danced through the storms that have wearied the brevity of my soul. Some days were radiating with a sense of hope and oozing peace that displayed the possibility of a bright future, while others had a sense of doom, the kind of despair that doesn't go away with a full night's sleep, or ice cream or a warm bubble bath. It is the kind of tiredness that lingers onto your soul in its deepest trench, leaving no room for any light to enter.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
The Pain Echoed by That Laughter...
The Pain Echoed by That Laughter... School days—an era of innocence, a sky painted with endless memories, and the silent blooming of unspoken dreams. These years carve countless imprints on the heart, some fading with time, others remaining as scars that never truly heal.
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
Unwavering Dedication to the Goal… Towards the Peak of Success!
Unwavering Dedication to the Goal… Towards the Peak of Success! is a journey filled with struggles. Along the way, there are many twists and turns—some easy, some difficult, some joyful, and some painful. But the moment a person remains dedicated to their goal, their journey toward success truly begins. My success, my goal—and I am always ready to pursue it!
By Dipak Pawar11 months ago in Confessions
