Taboo
Bad mood can be a cry for help.
It's getting really hard for me. There are days when I don't even recognize myself. And I don't like this version of me. I was born happy, but the world is wearing me down. My body keeps moving, but my soul feels lost. I get impatient, irritated with everything and everyone, craving silence, but also longing for comfort. And I don’t have that option. Because I’ve always been the on who gave comfort.metimes I feel so ashamed… It’s like I’m always the last one to understand what’s happening in my own life. But deep down, I know exactly what happened. And that’s what hurts the most.
By Persephone10 months ago in Confessions
When Greatness Meets Clippers: Ronaldo Gets a Cut from Messi
There are rivalries in sport, and then there’s Messi vs. Ronaldo — a saga so iconic that it has defined generations, divided dinner tables, and sparked endless Twitter debates. But what if that legendary rivalry found itself not on the pitch... but in a barbershop?
By Sultan Khan10 months ago in Confessions
CHILDHOOD . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by tall trees and colorful flowers, there lived a young boy named Leo. Leo was full of curiosity, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved the sound of birds singing in the morning, the feel of soft grass under his bare feet, and the warmth of the sun on his face. He lived in a cozy little cottage with his family, and though they didn't have much, their home was always filled with laughter and love.
By proffessor hafeez10 months ago in Confessions
What is truth
The Nature of Truth: Is Reality What We Think It Is? What is truth? At first glance, the answer seems obvious—truth is what is real, what is factual, what is undeniable. But as history, philosophy, and even science have shown us, truth is not always so simple. It can be elusive, subjective, and even manipulated.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
Aren't Women More Than Just Wives in Punjabi Stories?
When Punjab is remembered, either pictures of gigantic, hulking men willing to fight for their motherland or the popular love stories come to our imagination. Punjabi literature can submerge both extremes of love and war it most delicately. While the literature of the wars is resistance against invaders or powers, love is also highly militant.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Confessions
I Had Disgusting Sex With My Husband…
She lay beside him, staring at the ceiling, her body rigid. The man who had once whispered promises of forever now radiated a stranger’s indifference. The silence between them wasn’t just absence of sound—it was the death rattle of trust.
By Dena Falken Esq10 months ago in Confessions
A Night of Unforeseen Passions in a Remote Cabin
In the dim glow of a holiday cabin, you awaken to a scene that feels like a dream plucked from the pages of a steamy novel. The candles that once lit the room have dwindled, casting long shadows across the wooden walls. Beside you, the bed creaks as I shift, perched at its edge, peering into the darkness beyond a lattice screen that separates our space from another.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED10 months ago in Confessions
Young Man Finds Unexpected Comfort After Romantic Struggles
Sitting on his grandmother’s vibrant red sofa, 20-year-old Jayden tried to lose himself in a movie, but a heavy cloud of frustration clung to him. For four days, he’d been wrestling with a gnawing disappointment that began the previous Saturday night. After months of dating a charming, petite woman with a warm mahogany glow, he’d hoped their evening in a hotel room would mark a turning point-his first time stepping beyond virginity. At 20, he was eager, and she, an 18-year-old virgin too, had seemed just as willing. But as the moment drew near, everything unraveled.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED10 months ago in Confessions
A Single Father’s Journey Through Love and Temptation
Raising a teenage daughter alone is no small feat, and for Logan Palmer, it’s been the defining challenge of his life. Since his wife Jennifer passed away years ago, leaving him to care for their young daughter Clarissa, Logan has poured every ounce of himself into being a devoted father. Work and parenting have filled his days, leaving little room for anything else-no dates, no nights out, no chance to fill the void left by his late wife. At times, the sacrifice feels overwhelming, especially for a man whose desires still burn brightly beneath the surface. But Clarissa is his world, and for her, he’s set aside his own needs without a second thought.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED10 months ago in Confessions
Chapter VII: The Ontology of Silence
From every corner of experience quiet, in its variations, is the sound of existence itself, the sound of absence. Silence has varied qualities. Think about the silence of dawn in the woods where the light of day pierces the top of the trees each moment like God holding its breath a split second longer; unmistakably old silence vibrating with memories of a forming world. Or, consider the silence of the city at sleep, thick with human noise, its asphalt heating up from the day's activity, not yet dissipated, a whole inhabited unconscious simmering like neurons firing in synchronization. Or, think about the silence before storm, a stretch, poised like a bow-and-arrow, the sound of silence true, always an inevitability; and, then there is the silence after-storm the world emerged as if it was hollowed out from a gutting, shaken pure everything is deemed newborn
By LUCCIAN LAYTH10 months ago in Confessions
A Legacy of Land and Love: The Story of Hazel La Forge
In the southeast corner of Missouri, where the Mississippi River carves its path through the fertile plains, lies New Madrid County-a quiet farming community steeped in history and tradition. Here, on a sprawling 2,000-acre estate, Hazel La Forge grew up as the spirited daughter of a proud agricultural dynasty. The land, flat and rich, hugged the riverbanks and yielded bountiful harvests year after year. It was a family treasure, held by the La Forges since before Missouri joined the Union in 1821.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED10 months ago in Confessions
