Secrets
She Blocked Me 3 Years Ago Then Messaged Me Last Night
I was half-asleep when my phone buzzed. It was 1:38 am ...................... ........................ I ignored it at first Probably a marketing message or a group notification. But then it buzzed again. This time a direct message on Instagram.
By Muhammad Riaz6 months ago in Confessions
The Silence I Inherited
In the country where I currently live, the world often feels upside down. Every day brings a fresh dose of absurdity. People drive recklessly, drunk and unaware of consequences. Laws seem like mere suggestions, and the streets are filled with chaos. I don’t engage with much of it—I stay away. I have learned to withdraw, to protect my peace by limiting my contact with others.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Confessions
THE BABY I NEVER GOT TO HOLD
I remember the moment I found out I was pregnant. My hands were shaking, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. In that tiny bathroom, holding a stick that would change everything, I felt a strange mix of fear and joy. I whispered, “I’m going to be a mom.” And for a short while, that whisper became a promise.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau6 months ago in Confessions
How to Create a Life You Love
What if your dream life isn’t waiting to be found—but quietly asking to be built? Every morning, millions of people wake up, brush their teeth, scroll their phones, drink coffee, and dive into a life they never consciously chose. Somewhere along the way, routine replaced purpose. But what if this very moment—right now—was your opportunity to press reset?
By USAMA KHAN6 months ago in Confessions
"The Shadow Looks Back"
A psychological tale of confronting your deepest fears to find your truest self. 1.The Unsettling Reflection Emily had always been fascinated by mirrors. She loved staring at her reflection, admiring her features, and making funny faces to see how they would look. But one day, while getting ready for bed, Emily noticed something strange in the mirror. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but as she looked closer, she realized that there was a figure standing just behind her.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
Rekindling My Childhood Love for Writing
Story: There was a time when I believed words could fix everything. I was eight years old when I wrote my first story. It was about a time-traveling pigeon who rescued lost socks from dryers. The plot made little sense, but I remember the feeling that coursed through me as I scribbled page after page in a wide-ruled notebook: a quiet kind of joy, like building a secret world no one else could see unless I let them.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
What I Learned Living Like a Monk for 30 Days:
In today’s fast-paced, constantly connected world, finding moments of peace and clarity can feel like an impossible challenge. Seeking a deeper sense of calm and purpose, I decided to embark on an extraordinary experiment: living like a monk for 30 days. This journey into simplicity and mindfulness pushed me beyond my comfort zone, stripping away distractions and revealing profound lessons about presence, gratitude, and inner peace. In this blog post, I’ll share the transformative insights and unexpected challenges I encountered along the way, offering a glimpse into what it truly means to live with intention in a noisy world.
By Wilson Igbasi6 months ago in Confessions
Secret Garden of Dreams
The path was hidden behind ivy and moss at the edge of a forgotten village. Most people passed it without seeing. But one morning as the sun cut through the mist Mira noticed something glimmering between the vines. She pushed aside the curtain of green and stepped into the unknown.
By LUNA EDITH6 months ago in Confessions
I’ve Been Living With a Secret I Promised to Bury
It started in the summer of 2009, under a sky so bright it felt like it could never hold a storm. We were seventeen—too young to know the weight of permanence, too old to pretend we didn’t understand consequence. It was me, my cousin Eli, and our best friend Nora. We were inseparable. The kind of trio people either admired or avoided.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
I Took the Fall for Something I Didn’t Do
I never meant to be the one in handcuffs. But when the sirens came wailing down 12th Street, my hands were already in the air. Sweat trickled down my back, and my best friend, Marcus, was already gone—vanished like smoke through the alleyway.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Confessions
