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The Chair at the Table That No One Dares Touch
The dining table was made of dark walnut, polished to a mirror-like sheen. It had stood in the heart of the Carrington house for three generations, passed down like a crown, heavy with history. Twelve matching chairs encircled it, each carved with ornate floral patterns, the kind no one made anymore. But it was the twelfth chair—the one at the far end—that held a presence bigger than any person seated at the table.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
She Never Came Home the Same: The Day They Tried to Steal My Daughter
In 2023, I was already walking through the wreckage of my life. Just six months earlier, I had tried to end it all. I was drowning in depression, barely breathing through anxiety. Every day felt like a silent war with my own mind. I was trying to find pieces of myself again, slowly rebuilding from nothing.
By MelCreates7 months ago in Confessions
Grief Isn't Loud. It Whispers When the House Is Quiet.
There were too many clocks in the house. That’s what Elise thought as she sat on the edge of the guest bed, hands curled in her lap like they were waiting for instruction. Every room ticked at a slightly different rhythm—kitchen clock, hallway clock, her father’s old wristwatch still hanging on the peg by the back door. None were in sync. They clicked over one another, a disjointed chorus of time still passing.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
What I Would've Said If I'd Had One More Day.
If I’d had one more day, I would have told you everything. But the truth is, I never got that chance. Time, that relentless thief, always slips away before we’re ready. I’m left holding onto memories, wondering what I might have said if just one more day had been mine.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Grief I Never Talk About Lives in My Kitchen
There’s a particular silence in my kitchen that never leaves. It’s not the absence of sound — the radio still hums softly in the background most mornings, and the kettle still whistles its shrill alarm when the water boils. It’s something deeper, more personal. A silence that tugs at the edges of my chest when I stand by the sink. A silence filled with memories that linger in the corners like grease stains — impossible to scrub out completely.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Secret That Saved My Life. AI-Generated.
I’ve always believed that secrets are dangerous. That they weigh you down, like rocks sewn into your pockets as you wade deeper into the ocean. But some secrets—some rare, quiet secrets—don’t drown you. They teach you how to breathe underwater.
By Zain Ul Abedin Khan7 months ago in Confessions
