Stream of Consciousness
One Man Made a Million and How You Can Too
Three years ago, Aman Khan was working a dead-end job at a local electronics store in Karachi, earning just enough to survive. He spent his evenings watching YouTube videos about e-commerce, fascinated by people making fortunes online. One name kept popping up—Amazon.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of the Wind
Elias woke up to a sky the color of tin. Clouds swirled above his apartment like thoughts he couldn’t tame. The coffee machine blinked at him with passive aggression, and his inbox was already groaning with unread emails—subject lines like small threats: *"URGENT"*, *"Need by noon"*, *"Following up again…"*
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Microsoft effectively raises high-end Surface prices by discontinuing base models. AI-Generated.
Microsoft effectively raises high-end Surface prices by discontinuing base models Microsoft has quietly altered the pricing landscape of its Surface product line—not by directly raising prices, but by discontinuing the base models that once served as affordable entry points into its premium device ecosystem. This subtle yet impactful move has significantly raised the cost of entry for consumers looking to purchase Surface Pro and Surface Laptop devices, particularly in their latest iterations.
By Arefin9 months ago in Confessions
Raised by Warnings
I was raised with love—but also with warnings. Be careful. Don’t say that. Watch your tone. You’re going to make someone angry. Like invisible tripwires, the cautions lined the hallways of my childhood. They taught me how to be safe—but not how to be free.
By M.SUDAIS 9 months ago in Confessions
The 5 Things That Made Me a Magnet for Miracles
I once thought miracles were only for saints and the spiritually gifted. But when my life hit rock bottom, something amazing happened. I started experiencing miracles: unexpected gifts, incredible coincidences, and moments of grace that went beyond logic.
By Wilson Igbasi9 months ago in Confessions
From Chaos to Clarity: How to Tap Into the Akashic Records and Discover Your Soul’s Purpose
I once felt lost, like a ship without direction. I had a good job and loving relationships, but something was missing. I knew there was more to life than the daily routine.
By Wilson Igbasi9 months ago in Confessions
Revolution of Passive Earning
In a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a woman named Rachel Torres, whose life was as ordinary as any other 33-year-old. She had grown up in a modest home, one where hard work was not just encouraged but expected. After all, she was the first in her family to graduate with a master's degree in data science. Her parents had invested their hopes in her future, believing that the key to success lay in boardrooms and prestigious jobs. And for a while, Rachel believed that too.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Confessions
Fading Smiles
Maya Bennett had always believed in the good in people. Raised by a schoolteacher mother and a firefighter father, she'd been taught to treat everyone with kindness, assume positive intent, and believe that character spoke louder than charm. But as she entered her late twenties and began climbing the ranks in a competitive marketing firm in downtown Chicago, she started to realize the world wasn’t always as straightforward as she once believed.
By Gabriela Tone9 months ago in Confessions
Was I Just A Phrase To You ?
One day you were my home; the next, you packed up and left. A few days ago, his mother called me faking her emotions that how she misses me. I realised that it was fake because she did not miss me for 2 months and all of a sudden she contacted me. There was this trap she prepared unknowingly for herself and her family, she told every single of her relatives about me being the future wife of her son. Recently, one of her relatives were staying at her house, they asked her about me and so, she called me to ask if I want to do a video call to show my face.
By Phoenix9 months ago in Confessions
Not Every Home A Good Home
I left because she didn’t hear me. My mother and I — we always butted heads. Always. It wasn’t just small disagreements or little attitude moments; it was constant tension. No matter how much I tried, no matter how much I kept quiet or held in my feelings, it was like we could never meet in the middle. The frustration built up over time, until I felt like I was suffocating in the silence between us. No matter how hard I tried to make her understand, I always seemed to be the one at fault. No matter how much I bent, it was never enough.
By Keria9 months ago in Confessions
We're All Struggling- So Why Are You Judging Me?
Why let me make memories with you just for you to stop them now? I used to think help meant care. That when someone saw me drowning, they’d reach out because they wanted to see me okay. But now, I’m not so sure. Somewhere along the way, “help” started to come with strings attached — a favor you’d throw in my face later, or worse, something I had to earn by breaking myself down first.
By Keria9 months ago in Confessions
