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We were eating in the kitchen when i asked her about her childhood...Her name is Enko , im curious...to know more -Enko: Fine..I’ll tell you about my childhood, but don’t complain on how ‘boring’ it is..My childhood like I said…wasn’t that interesting…my parents were divorced, and I was mostly raised by my grandparents…growing up I would say I was a little shy, but as I got older and went to school, I’d say I became more quiet and standoffish..
By Hiếu Trọng2 years ago in Confessions
POWER OF FAITH
It was a usual Sunday morning. Apart from the fact that it was the longest day of the year. Everyone in the ancient town of Kanoa'i was excited about the evening ceremony. The little streets of the settlement were filled with joyful people, preparing for the big summer event.
By Goleti thirumal 2 years ago in Confessions
For many years, myths circulated about this creature. Some claimed that it came from other worlds.
In the depths of the dense forest, the night sounds fluttered among the branches of ancient trees and crept into every dark corner. Beneath a large tree, adorned with drooping green leaves, lived a mysterious and terrifying creature that awaited its prey mercilessly.
By William2 years ago in Confessions
Introverted Personalities and Escaping Society: A Deeper Understanding of Voluntary Isolation
### Introverted Personalities and Escaping Society: A Deeper Understanding of Voluntary Isolation In a world filled with noise and constant communication, escaping society might seem like an odd choice to many. However, for introverted individuals, this escape can be essential for their mental and emotional well-being. These individuals choose to step away from social hustle to find inner peace and recharge their energy.
By marina kamal2 years ago in Confessions
Alone with my thoughts
In the world today there are so many distractions, and we have a well-equipped distraction box at all times in our pockets called our smartphones with no shortage of material to keep us distracted and entertained. This has made it such that we rarely find ourselves alone with our thoughts anymore, we are never alone with just ourselves. Anytime you feel like you are alone, you just turn on the Internet, and suddenly you are surrounded by a crowd, there is now so much to do and pretty much an unlimited sea of information to take in.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
Saved by a little penny . Content Warning.
I was seated quietly at the steps of the college library, the weight of the world seemingly balanced on my shoulders. It was a balmy evening, with the sun dipping below the horizon, leaving a golden hue over the ancient stone buildings of the campus. The laughter of my fellow students, the clanking of cutlery from the College's G-gate, and the faint hum of distant conversations almost added salt on the wound. For me each sound served as a reminder of the fleeting and precarious nature of my journey through college. I had been so strong but this time , I couldn't just let it burn from inside me , tears were running through my cheek , my eyes decoding invisible words bitterly inscribed on the ground. I remembered there was one name that was spoken with pride in my village - DICKSON. I was born into a humble family and I was in college. The first and only one in my village to ever attend a higher learning institution. My village people often look at me with hope, seeing a glimpse of a future where their children too could pursue education. But behind the glowing facade of my academic pursuit, life is a tumultuous sea of worries and responsibilities. Walking 20 miles to college each day.
By Dickson Tembo2 years ago in Confessions
The Lies we say to ourselves
I think sometimes reality is harder than what we would want it to be, in these instances we prefer lies to the truth or even reality. We would prefer to convince ourselves that a lie is the truth, simply because we can’t face the facts of that reality.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
When a Woman Says “I’m Going to Sleep,” Only Fools Reply with “Goodnight”
---The Language of Love When a woman says "I'm going to sleep," it's not just a statement - it's a cry for help, a plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to connect. It's a whispered secret, a hidden message, a silent scream.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Confessions
Title: Dear Mom, A Heartfelt Ode
Dear Mom, A Heartfelt Ode I’ve often heard that understanding one's mother is like deciphering the most intricate of riddles. Yet, as I sit down to pen this letter, I realize that it's not about understanding every nuance but appreciating the beautiful collage of moments we've shared together.
By Fannick😇2 years ago in Confessions
Heartfelt Confession of My Mistake
"A Labyrinth of Regrets: A Heartfelt Confession of My Mistakes" As I wander through the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, I stumble upon the ghostly apparitions of my past mistakes. The shadows of regret whisper tales of what could have been, echoing the haunting refrain of "if only." In this sacred confessional of my soul, I bare my heart, exposing the wounds of my errors, and the lessons that have transformed me.
By Swathika Swathi2 years ago in Confessions
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
