Childhood
9/11
Has Anyone forgotten that morning when everything came crashing down? 4 planes got hijacked, 2 buildings came crashing down, innumerable killed! The only thing constant was chaos and trouble. I guess these are the only 2 things that never really goes away.
By Ahana Mitra2 years ago in Confessions
Love's Bittersweet Lullaby
Martin had loved Christina for as long as he could remember. Her smile was a sunbeam that could brighten even the darkest days, and her laughter was a melody that echoed in his heart. They had been friends since childhood, and every moment spent with her had been etched into the tapestry of his soul.
By Sultan2 years ago in Confessions
Trauma Leaves a Mark. Content Warning.
If you had asked me ten, even five years ago, I would have said there would never be a day when I wouldn’t love Harry Potter. Now, I’m not so sure. Not because I don’t still appreciate the series greatly, but because my relationship to it has changed. Greatly.
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Confessions
My Experience with Bullies
I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it happened many years ago. The memories of my childhood school days are a mixed bag of joy, adventure, and something darker – bullying. This is my story, the story of how I learned to stand tall in the face of adversity.
By Frank John2 years ago in Confessions
Stealing Cokes at the Police Station
So if you read my last story you know that I was living in foster care and not loving it much. If this is the first of my stories you are reading welcome you can read the story "The Judge Steps In". But the gist is my parents got divorced and then proceeded to kidnap me back and forth for a few years until the judge had had enough and put me in foster care.
By Heather Lunsford2 years ago in Confessions
Little pieces of Me
I read Kayleigh's Challenge a little while ago and started my list, I have just lacked time to finish it. This is the first story I have started and not censored in any way. Edited for spelling errors, but it has been written by recording the points as they came to me rather than rearranging ideas for reading flow or avoiding sharing difficult topics. This is evidenced by my excessive use of the word but.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Confessions
Early Childhood and Family
In the quiet, sun-drenched neighborhood of my early childhood, I was raised in a home filled with love, laughter, and the comforting aroma of my grandmother's cooking. Our family was a vibrant tapestry of personalities and backgrounds, each thread weaving together to shape the person I am today.
By Richard Osas2 years ago in Confessions
Finding love in the most unexpected way
I was born in a small Asian country where respecting elders was very important. My parents were the pillars of my life. I wanted love, but it was hard to find because of our culture. I was enveloped in an environment where the authority of my elders was unquestionable, where their words were law.
By Saftaz2 years ago in Confessions
KAREN. Content Warning.
In a quaint Scandinavian village nestled among rolling hills, there once lived a young woman named Karen. Her name, Karen, had deep roots in the region's ancient traditions, meaning "pure." Her parents, both deeply connected to their heritage, had chosen this name for her with great care, hoping she would grow to embody the virtues it held.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Confessions
My First Step into the Realm of Fan Fiction"
1st Piece My First Step into the Realm of Fan Fiction" My first piece was not an assignment; I wrote it when I was just ten years old. I remember sitting at the family computer in our shared workspace, eagerly waiting as Microsoft Office slowly loaded, the familiar chime signalling its launch. Surprisingly, despite my young age, I found myself quite adept at typing, thanks to a children's game that had taught me basic computer and school skills. I would spend hours engrossed in playing the typing game, my small hands expertly navigating the keyboard, eagerly pressing the letters that matched the spooky purple-blue flying letter creatures descending on the screen.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Confessions
