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The forbidden chocolate box!
Welcome to the chaotic world of a bustling hostel, where 63 rooms house students fervently pursuing their dreams. Today, I'm here to tell you a tale about the infamous "Chocolate Box." Hold your cocoa cravings, though, because we're not talking about actual chocolates in a box.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Confessions
what do I want :
a healthy communicative relationship where toxicity isn't met with fire but with love or respect and being able to disagree and still showing me, love. I want to feel heard, I want to feel secure that I am being actively listened to and shown support through hard times. I want to feel like you in this because you want to not need to. I want to feel sexy without having to get undressed. I want a partner that I didn't have to settle with because I was lonely.
By samara2 years ago in Confessions
Wings of Resilience
The Shadow of Fear In the quiet town of Havenbrook, lived a young woman named Lily. She was known for her radiant smile and kind heart, but beneath her cheerful exterior lay a secret struggle. Lily had always been haunted by a deep fear of heights, a fear that had kept her from experiencing the thrill of adventure and the freedom of exploring the world from above.
By Ghizlane Ben El Hadj2 years ago in Confessions
Allahabad the journey to you.
I hail from the hills of a quaint town known as Kohima. There, the air is as pure as it comes, and the water possesses a crystal clarity. Vast, lush forests and valleys are draped in a blanket of vibrant green grass. Rain is a daily visitor, bestowing its blessings upon the sloping rooftops of every house. Yet, amidst this apparent abundance, the most ironic aspect is the scarcity of water—a paradox that defines the place. It's a locale filled with its own mysteries and folktales; stories best shared on another day.
By Temjenungla Imchen2 years ago in Confessions
This Is Not My Normal Post
My heart is heavy today. I initially wanted to write my typical reflective thought post generated by a beautiful photo I plucked from Indulgy. I wanted to deliver solace for my troubled soul. I wanted to write a post for the brokenness I see in the world spewed across the news channels every day. I wanted to write a post about the deceitful intentions of others I have experienced in my concise life on this Earth. I wanted to write a post for the pain of all those who suffer in silence daily, as I have in the past, and to let them know it really does get better.
By EYHCS2 years ago in Confessions
Threads of Fate:
In the vast tapestry of existence, the threads of fate weave an intricate pattern, connecting lives across time and space in ways both profound and unexpected. This is the story of "Threads of Fate," a tale that explores the unbreakable bonds that span generations and the emotions that echo through time.
By paul josiah2 years ago in Confessions
Guardian's Resolve
In the heart of a quiet suburban neighborhood, the sun cast a warm glow over the houses and tree-lined streets. Among them, the Millers resided in a cozy home filled with laughter and love. Sarah Miller, a young mother, found her days consumed by the joy of caring for her infant son, Ethan. However, unbeknownst to her, a shadow had cast its eyes on their happiness.
By Life Goes On2 years ago in Confessions
Keke Palmer’s Boyfriend Darius Jackson
Keke Palmer stood in the bustling coffee shop, waiting for her latte to be ready. She absentmindedly glanced at her phone, scrolling through social media updates. Her thoughts were far from her surroundings until a voice broke through her reverie.
By ifeanyi ogbu2 years ago in Confessions
The Silent Struggle Within:
Every morning, I wake up to a world that seems ordinary to everyone else but feels like a battleground within me. My name is Emily, and beneath my outward appearance lies a silent struggle that only a few close to me are aware of – the battle against my inner demons.
By Maila A.2 years ago in Confessions
Driving Lesson
I remember taking Drivers Education in high school. Our range was on school property surrounded by a gate. The classroom was outside in one of those classroom trailers. My teacher was ex-military, so he was a very dot your i's cross your t's person. After learning what we should know he would call your name and tell you which car you would be driving, and what he wanted you to do on the range. Whether it was just drive the range or drive and parallel park, you knew what you where doing. If you didn't follow his direction you where told to park and off the course you came for the day.
By Damali Muhammad2 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of an Angry Woman
Do you ever feel as if you constantly draw the short straw? If so, then welcome to my life.... Let me start by saying I am well aware of my overall position in life. That what I am about to describe could be considered "first world problems". That what I do have is more than some other people out there. But that doesn't mean I have to like it or that life isn't a struggle. Life struggles look different for everyone - this is what is looks like for me....
By Elizabeth Brown2 years ago in Confessions
white men on african wears
In the heart of Nairobi, a bustling African metropolis, a humble little boutique named "Safari Chic" stood as a testament to the merging of cultures. Owned by a vibrant woman named Amina, the boutique was renowned for its stunning collection of African attire, meticulously handcrafted by local artisans. However, Amina had a vision that extended far beyond the borders of her continent.
By talkaboutosa brokyn2 years ago in Confessions