Childhood
Foot Of Lush
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled at the foot of a lush, green mountain range, there lived a young boy named Oliver. Oliver was known far and wide for his insatiable curiosity and his boundless imagination. He had a heart full of dreams and a head full of ideas, and he spent most of his days exploring the world around him, seeking out new adventures, and learning about the mysteries of life.
By Niroshan lakshan2 years ago in Confessions
How I Wish I Had Known Earlier
A man named Samuel once lived in a tiny, peaceful village set between rolling hills and beautiful woodlands. He was well-known for his pleasant temperament and a continuous smile that appeared to brighten even the darkest of days. Samuel, on the other hand, had a secret that weighed hard on his heart. This is the narrative of his regrets and his quest for redemption.
By Afrolite2 years ago in Confessions
The Goat Rodeo
Back in the day, when I was just a sprightly adventurer with an imagination that could rival a fantasy novel, I had this burning desire to ride horses. There was just one problem: our neck of the woods wasn't exactly horse country. Instead, we had one cow and a merry band of goats that supplied us with milk.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Fear of Heights
As a child, I was scared s***less of heights. More specifically, I was scared of falling from heights—any height. I was terrified that something would go wrong and that I would be sent tumbling to my death, or at least to some great pain. I couldn’t even stand on a chair without my heart racing and my legs shaking. Trampolines, flying too high on the swing, slides (burning my legs on a metal slide once did not help), the zip line in my friend’s vast backyard, heights were not for me, and that made me a less-than-adventurous child.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling Hearts: A tale of friendship and love
Max and Ava were best friends since childhood. They shared countless memories, laughter, and tears. Their bond was unbreakable. As they stepped into high school, something began to stir within them. With each passing day, their friendship blossomed into something deeper, something more profound.
By Tomiwa 2 years ago in Confessions
My Life vitae
A child learn everything from their parents.. their mentality develops watching his / her parents. That child grows up in the society following their parents.. But their parents sometimes just leave in a place where they feel left alone .. That’s what happened to me .. I am girl from a small country where we are just considered to fulfill my parents dream so that they can make me presentable in front of the society as a prize . I always wanted to be a business woman but they pushed me towards another subject and I became a dull student . They weren’t there when I needed them most. All of my friends left me cause I couldn’t compete with their intelligence. I became a scumbag for everyone.. but I didn’t lose hope on myself.. I continued to do my work and gave the best efforts I could.. I became stablished and left my country, my root because I needed to be alive. All my life I was burden. I had zero capability to make my parents happy.. they used to torture me mentally. They compared me with the people I loved and made me hate myself so much that Sometimes I thought not to live anymore.. But I didn’t loose hope . I turned off my heart, ear and throat , I kept myself quiet to make my actions loud . There wasn’t a single person beside me to make me belittle in myself. No one was there to experience the small happiness I used to earn by myself. No one was there to give me a shoulder in my misery phrase.. All of them benched me in a corner like a sack of bag , left me like I was nobody to them . I didn’t loose at the end , they lost me , like forever..I have two more sisters . They are also too young to be independent. I help them secretly to live their best possible life . My father became a less strict because I made him watch my success. I proved him wrong. After All the things they did to me , I survived. I made myself promise to make them proof wrong, to shine in life , to make myself proud and guess what I am so much proud of myself. Now I live in a small house by myself alone . Now I got a friend to talk with me . She is so kind and helpful to me taht I feel so blessed and happy. She made me feel like a home . she is a sister to me .. Also, I go to therapy to keep myself happy. My parents don’t effect me anymore.I didn’t cut off them , but sometimes they feel guilty for the things they did to me , made me feel . They don’t say it but their actions talks loud. I started loving myself and self love made me realise that I wasn’t the one who wasn’t perfect, My family, Society and friends couldn’t just figure my best version… No one should loose hope on themselves because at the end it’s only you versus the whole world.. believe in yourself.. and Always believe in the Creator who made us .. He will make our journey easier if only we stick with his orders and follow our dream . No one have the rights to judge you , You aren’t them ! That’s the moto of the happiest life .
By ZIA 2 years ago in Confessions
The Hidden Fixer
The Hidden Fixer Can adults hide under the bed too? I yearn to escape, to retreat, or simply vanish from existence. The thought of not being a concern to anyone consumes me. If only I could disappear without a trace, leaving behind the burdens that weigh me down. Since childhood, whenever I made mistakes, an overwhelming urge to hide beneath my bed would take hold of me. In those moments, I longed to shrink myself into insignificance, to become invisible to the world. I desired to block out my senses, to be enveloped in darkness and white noise, where the chaos of life couldn't reach me. The weight of expectations and judgments, both external and self-imposed, suffocates me, urging me to seek refuge in solitude.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Confessions
Dear Joelles: Embrace Your Unique Magic
I literally never meet people with my name. In 27 years, I’ve met maybe four Joelles. But recently, some Joelles have been cropping up around me – especially some little Joelles at a prechool I’m working at – and it’s inspiring me to put this message out there.
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Confessions
Bullying on the Runanga School Bus in 1973...
We lived about three miles from the nearest high school so we had to catch the School Bus into Greymouth. The bus started its journey at Runanga. I observed bullying on the bus but I was not a victim, at least not in my first year. I felt sorry for those who were bullied. One such kid who lived a mile further down from us got bullied so much that he ended up cycling to school.
By Robert Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
'I am what I am'. Top Story - September 2023.
I Am What I Am lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group The undoubtedly brilliant Kayleigh Fraser set a challenge to us writers a week ago. The Get to Know Me #Challenge asks for 10 random quirks and facts about oneself for others to get to know you.
By ThatWriterWoman2 years ago in Confessions
