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Letters from the Frontline
Aarav and Meera’s marriage was still new just seven days old when duty called him away. Their honeymoon had barely begun, and the weight of their wedding rings was still fresh on their fingers. The army’s call came with urgency: a border skirmish had intensified, demanding his immediate return to service. Meera, her heart breaking but filled with pride, stood with him at the railway platform, gripping his hand tightly. Her eyes, filled with sorrow and love, refused to let go as the train neared. Before he boarded, she slipped a small leather-bound notebook into his coat pocket, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Write to me." Aarav kissed her forehead gently, his promise unwavering: "Every night, no matter what."
By Maik Tyson9 months ago in Confessions
Being Shy in a Loud World: What No One Sees. AI-Generated.
Being shy is not the same as being antisocial. It’s not that we don’t want to talk — it’s that sometimes we just don’t know how. In a world full of noise, social media, fast opinions, and constant eyes, being a reserved person can feel like being in the wrong place… all the time.
By The last9 months ago in Confessions
The sad things that I see
There are so many ways one can deal with their emotions, especially depression. For me, it's doom scrolling on TikTok for a good laugh. However, there are a few videos on there today that I cannot stop thinking about, and it's due to my survivor's guilt that I struggle with. I tried to go back and look for the video, however, TikTok totally did the thing, and I cannot find the two videos of it now.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson9 months ago in Confessions
I Broke My Own Heart
Not because of a fight, or betrayal, or some dramatic moment — but because I had slowly stopped recognizing myself in the mirror. My smile was still there, but it had become mechanical. I laughed at the right moments, said the right things, kept up the routine… but inside, something had gone quiet. I wasn’t in love anymore — I was in limbo.
By inam ullah9 months ago in Confessions
Every country gets the leaders it deserves
In the same way we are all a product of our environment, leaders are a direct reflection of the society that produces them. Even though this title might seem harsh, it is painfully true. Bad leaders do not sprout out of thin air, they are enabled, tolerated, promoted and sometimes celebrated by the very people who suffer under them. Let's talk about why this happens, how do bad leaders emerge in different societies and rise to power.
By real Jema9 months ago in Confessions
The Mirage of Choice
The Mirage of Choice How Our Desires Blur the Lines Between Truth and Illusion Evan Calloway prided himself on his taste. Whether it was his selection of vintage wines, obscure indie bands, or his carefully curated wardrobe, he believed he could see through hype and spot true quality when he encountered it. His friends admired him for it—or, at the very least, they admired how confidently he spoke about things they didn't understand.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
The Price of Fragility
We live in an era where consumption isn’t just encouraged — it’s demanded. We are bombarded every day with products, content, distractions. We’ve been taught that to be happy, we simply need to buy something new, watch another show, consume one more ready-made experience. And without realizing it, we’ve drifted away from our true nature: to create, to think, to question.The result is everywhere. We are increasingly anxious, depressed, and apathetic. We've lost the spark in our eyes because we stopped building something that is truly ours, something that is born from within. Creativity — the vital spark of human existence — is being suffocated by the ease of prepackaged experiences. We’ve stopped imagining. We’ve stopped dreaming. We’ve become addicted to receiving, incapable of producing.
By Persephone9 months ago in Confessions
Help a Mother from Ukraine Recover from Medical Debt
Hello. My name is Kateryna, and I am a single mother from Ukraine. I never thought I would find myself writing a letter like this, but life sometimes leads us down unexpected and difficult paths. Today, I want to share my story with you — not to seek pity, but in the hope that kindness still exists in the world, and that even across great distances, hearts can find each other.
By Войченко Катерина9 months ago in Confessions
The Council Estate and Me. Content Warning.
Chapter One – The Unspoken Rules The flat smelled like sweat, damp socks, and something burnt from two nights ago. It clung to the wallpaper, the furniture, even Jamie’s school jumper, no matter how often he tried to air it by the window before putting it on. It was the smell of council living, stale and permanent. It was like the estate had decided it was part of them now. Even clean washing came out smelling like defeat.
By ColdHardCash9 months ago in Confessions
