Secrets
His Secret Changed Everything
How One Man’s Hidden Life Destroyed a Family and Shattered a Small Town’s Trust Crestwood was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone—or at least, they thought they did. Neighbors waved from their porches. The baker knew your favorite pastry. And secrets? They didn’t last long.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
Human Monsters PART 3. AI-Generated.
Ravan shifted his throne once more and stated, "Fate has its ways; one monster leads to the demise of another. In any case, this woman... she, she harbored hatred when someone possessed something she lacked; she could not tolerate it. Anything trivial! She simply could not handle it; if her friend had a dress that was more beautiful than her own, she felt compelled to acquire her friend's dress or, alternatively, to insult her friend. Such were her reactions to everything!
By ADIR SEGAL6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
I was sitting alone at Gate 12, nervously bouncing my leg, waiting for a delayed flight to Seattle. It was one of those gray, overcast days where everything felt off. The airport buzzed with chatter, rolling luggage, and distant flight announcements, but I felt completely detached—like I was watching the world from behind glass.
By Ali6 months ago in Confessions
Unspoken
I’ve always believed that the most powerful stories are the ones no one ever hears. They live quietly, tucked inside us — in half-written journals, in unfinished letters, in the moments when we stare at the ceiling and wonder what if. They never make it to stages or bookshelves. They don’t go viral. But they shape us more than any story we tell out loud.
By Muhammad Abuzar Badshah 6 months ago in Confessions
The Firefly That Refused to Fade
Story: On the edge of a quiet village, nestled in tall blades of grass, lived a firefly unlike any other. His name was Lumo, and unlike most fireflies who blinked their lights for brief moments of courtship or instinct, Lumo carried a different fire—one not just in his abdomen, but deep within his soul.
By Ihsan Ullah LLC6 months ago in Confessions
I Thought I Knew His Story—Until the Truth Came Out
I never planned to adopt. It just… happened. It started with a visit to the children’s home. I was volunteering, helping with medical check-ups during my residency. That’s when I met Liam. He was seven, quiet, and far too observant for his age. While other kids ran around, Liam sat still, watching the world with eyes that had seen too much.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
I Forgot Who I Was Until I Met Myself Again
I feel like I used to be someone else, someone whom I barely recognize now. That person was always okay with midnight work emails, and friendships that would leave her drained, and romantic relationships that would leave her hollow, and smiling. She had dreams, once, real dreams. In trade, she got orders and deadlines, checks and social approval. She had boundaries, once; now they're just chalk lines on the pavement, blurred by years of just this once and 'don't make a big deal.'
By ZABI6 months ago in Confessions
My Grandfather’s Last Words Unlocked a Secret That Changed My Life Forever
I didn’t expect him to speak. My grandfather had been slipping in and out of consciousness for days, held up by the thinnest threads of life. He looked smaller than I remembered—like time had folded him into paper. The beeping of the monitors was steady, dull. My mother sat on the other side of the bed, her eyes red, lips trembling silent prayers.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
A Kiss Is Worth a Thousand Words
I don’t know how I got here, I thought. I thought I’d be happy after. Instead I was trembling with questions. On a hot summer night is when I met my first boyfriend. I wanted to break free from my fears. So, I joined a theater club at my school. We went on field trips to many theaters, one in particular I remember was the Chinese theater in Los Angeles. I didn’t know anyone. I had moved away from all of my friends that I had the courage to get to know. It was mid-July and I was horrible at making new friends. I was horrible at talking. I grew up a very quiet kid, living in my head rent free. I was made fun of a lot. I didn’t take bullying well. I wouldn’t cry but I would get very angry. I would say I developed a passive aggressive anger toward anyone who called me a name. Which was why I had little to no friends. I developed a social anxiety when I got older. However, boys seemed to like me for how cute I was.
By Cerina Galvan6 months ago in Confessions
