Friendship
The Day the Sky Cried With Me
The Beginning of a Heavy Day The morning started with a gray sky, the kind of sky that makes the world feel heavier than usual. I wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere, but life doesn’t wait for feelings, so I grabbed my worn-out bag and headed to the bus stop.
By Fakhr Writter6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 5
While I was working on my own projects for five months, I noticed I was no longer living an antisocial lifestyle at home. Under the influence of alcohol, I began caressing and feeding cats practically outdoors. while previous traumas returned, cats helped me overcome them, and while I strolled the streets, more ideas came to mind. Now I am working on these projects.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Running From Myself
1. The Coffee Shop Breakdown The steam from my chai latte blurred my vision as the first tear fell. Right there between the oat milk carafe and a display of overpriced matcha cookies, my body decided what my mind had refused to admit for years: I was drowning.
By Waqas Ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
A Friendship I Regret Losing
Ever had a friend who felt like family, only to watch them fade from your life like a song you can’t quite remember? That’s what happened with me and Sarah. Losing her is my biggest regret—not because we had some epic falling out, but because I let life’s chaos steal something irreplaceable. This is the messy, human story of our friendship, and why it still stings to think about.
By Thomas6 months ago in Confessions
The Rumor That Became My Identity
It started as something small. A passing comment in a crowded hallway, said just loud enough for someone else to hear. At first, I didn’t even notice. I didn’t think anything of it. After all, people talk all the time. About celebrities. About neighbors. About friends.
By Habib king6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Song
The café was nearly empty by the time Daniel noticed her. He’d been nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, pretending to read a paperback while the soft hum of an old record player filled the space. The rain outside turned the city streets into shimmering ribbons of light.
By Amelia6 months ago in Confessions
Her Soul is Superimposed on My Soul
I first noticed it at the coffee shop on Bleecker Street, the way my hand moved to order chai when I'd been craving dark roast. The barista—a pierced kid with purple hair—looked at me strangely when I corrected myself, switching back to my usual americano. But as I walked away, I could taste cinnamon and cardamom on my tongue, sweet and warm like a memory that wasn't mine.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Confessions
I Accidentally Ruined My Best Friend’s Relationship
I never thought I’d be that person — the one who ends up being the reason two people break up. I always thought of myself as the loyal friend, the one who would take a secret to the grave. But now, every time my phone buzzes, I feel a wave of guilt in my chest, like I’ve been caught even though no one’s said a word.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
Father Figure I Never Expected
1. The First Punch I found Mac’s Gym because it smelled like my father. Liniment, sweat, and something bitter underneath—like old rage. I was fourteen, knuckles split from punching my bedroom wall after Dad’s latest "discipline session."
By Habibullah6 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Hidden From The World
The island was shrouded in mist, its secrets hidden from the world. But when Emma stumbled upon an old map, she knew she had to explore its shores. As she wandered through the island's lush forests, she discovered lost treasures from throughout history: a Viking's sword, a Victorian-era parasol, a pair of Converse sneakers. Each object told a story, and Emma felt like she was unraveling the threads of time.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 4
People need to be guided towards healthy habits regularly rather than using addictive products again. I'm almost at that point now. My life was great when I didn't drink alcohol 3 years ago, and now I attribute it to stress. It's not the stress from my job, but the toxic behavior and overreactions of my elders.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
