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"Learning to Let Go"
I thought I had finally moved on from my ex, Alex. It had been two years since our messy breakup, and I had convinced myself that I was over him. But the truth is, I was just numb. The pain had become a dull ache, a constant reminder of what I had lost.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The Whispering Woods. Content Warning.
In the heart of Whispering Woods, where the ancient trees whispered secrets and the moonlight danced through the tangled branches, there lay a forgotten grove—a place untouched by time, where magic lingered in the air like a tangible presence. Within the depths of this enchanted forest, lies a tale of mystery and intrigue, waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to venture into its depths.
By Dannie2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of the Past. Content Warning.
In the heart of Willowbrook, where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried the echoes of forgotten tales, there lay a forest—Willowbrook Woods—a place where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into nothingness. Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks and gnarled branches, there lay a secret buried deep within the earth—a secret that would soon be unearthed, setting into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the fate of the town.
By Dannie2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Laughter. Content Warning.
In the heart of a buztling town, where the laughter of children mingled with the rustle of autumn leaves, there stood a carnival—a place of wonder and whimsy by day, but a realm of shadows and secrets by night. Among its myriad attractions, there was one that whispered of darker truths—a funhouse known as Laughing in the Dark, where the echoes of laughter concealed a sinister secret that would haunt the dreams of those who dared to enter.
By Dannie2 years ago in Confessions
"Love is the Key"
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, there lived a young couple named Sophia and Alexander. They had grown up together, exploring the village and the surrounding countryside, and had fallen deeply in love.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
The day I became ruthless (fiction)
There are a handful of events that can drastically change a person’s life from being a loving, kind-hearted being to a cold and ruthless being. When I meet ruthless people, I always wonder what their backstory could have been, because I don’t think they were born that ruthless, cold, and mischievous, like every villain. they must have had a series of events or a specific one that pushed them over the edge and turned them into what they are.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
No Pushing. Content Warning.
Introduction These are just some observations and thoughts on how I treat people and how they treat me. I always try to be caring and positive which is often difficult in this modern world with the fact that we can be watched and tracked 24/7 and sometimes people expect instant service and responses from you, when it is not always possible.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Unsent Messages
I’ve noticed I don’t often filter my words or intentions. They spill out, and in that unguarded moment, they can cut deep. Real life doesn’t offer a rewind for unsent messages; we’re left with the aftermath of hurting each other. Acknowledging that I might be the one causing pain, perhaps even the perceived enemy, is a bitter pill. Yet, in the intimate space of our chat, if we could retract every word, what would be the essence of our shared language?
By Esha Taylor2 years ago in Confessions
My Favorite Food: A Love Letter to Biryani
Food has a way of transporting us back to memories and moments that we treasure. For me, one dish stands out above the rest as a culinary masterpiece that evokes feelings of warmth, comfort, and nostalgia – biryani. This fragrant, flavorful, and expertly crafted rice dish has been a staple in my life for as long as I can remember, and it's a love affair that only grows stronger with each passing day.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
