Family
This Is the Lie I’ve Been Living With for 10 Years
Most people think surviving a tragedy makes you a hero. They look at your scars, hear your story, and they admire your strength. But no one ever wonders if the survivor might be the reason the tragedy happened in the first place.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
The Loneliest Message I Never Sent
There’s a strange kind of pain in holding onto a message you never send. It’s like carrying a secret too heavy for anyone else to bear but too precious to let go. I learned that feeling in the quietest moments — sitting alone, staring at my phone, watching the blinking cursor blink back at me like a heartbeat I couldn’t catch.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Confessions
The Bench By The Sea
By Shaheer There’s a bench by the sea where I used to sit every Sunday afternoon. It’s not much — just two planks of worn wood and rusting iron legs. The paint peeled off years ago. Seagulls often claim it as their own. But to me, it’s the most sacred place in the world.
By Shaheer7 months ago in Confessions
The World Was Ending, So I Wrote This. Content Warning.
They said it would happen gradually. Then suddenly. And it did. No alien invasion. No meteors. No big-budget explosions in the sky. Just… silence, growing wider. Cities going dark. Systems breaking down like the slow unraveling of a thread you didn’t notice had frayed.
By Hasham Khan7 months ago in Confessions
I Buried My Past in Silence
I never meant to open that box. It was old, taped shut with a layer of dust that made it blend into the shadows of my closet. I had nearly forgotten it was there. Nearly — but not completely. Some memories don’t fade; they just go quiet. Like ghosts, they wait for the right moment to rise again.
By Hasnain Ul Haq7 months ago in Confessions
When I Saw You, I Fell in Love — And You Smiled Because You Knew
The first time I saw her, the world quieted. It was a Tuesday morning in October, the kind where the cold clung gently to your clothes but the sun still insisted on breaking through, casting a soft golden filter on the mundane. I was standing at the corner of 18th and Pine, waiting for a light that seemed determined to stay red forever. I’d spilled coffee on my shirt just minutes earlier and was already late for a client meeting. I remember muttering under my breath, annoyed, distracted, anxious—until she walked up beside me.
By Mahayud Din7 months ago in Confessions
A Restaurant Experience
A Restaurant Experience My wife and I had decided to go out for dinner one evening. When we arrived at the restaurant, the hostess directed us to our table, quickly setting down our menus and silverware before walking away as if her shift had ended. She never bothered to notice that the booth she had assigned us was completely unsuitable for a heavy person like myself. The booth seats were fixed in place, and there simply wasn't enough room for me to fit comfortably.
By Joey Raines7 months ago in Confessions
My Brother Hacked My WhatsApp and Leaked Messages to My Family
Everyone has secrets; not because they're doing anything wrong, but because some truths are too personal to share. For me, those secrets were never meant to come out. I had carefully protected them behind layers of passwords, emotions, and discipline. Until the one person I trusted the most; my own brother; shattered everything. This is not a fictional drama. This is real. And this is how my brother, driven by suspicion or curiosity or jealousy, hacked into my WhatsApp and exposed messages that flipped my world upside down.
By Keramatullah Wardak7 months ago in Confessions
The Man My Husband Called Brother
Whispers in the Silence It started with a laugh. Not mine. His. Jason’s laugh had always been distinct — low, raspy, like a secret being whispered in a crowded room. I heard it from the kitchen, floating in through the open glass doors that led to our backyard. I was slicing lemons for Daniel’s iced tea, barefoot, hair messy, wearing one of his oversized shirts. Just another Saturday afternoon in the quiet suburb of Stamford.
By Lacey Morgan7 months ago in Confessions
