Teenage years
Digital Ghost Towns: The Rise and Fall of Online Communities. AI-Generated.
There was a time when the internet felt like a neighborhood. You'd log in not just to consume, but to belong. You had a username, a signature, maybe even an ASCII avatar. Forums buzzed with late-night debates, LiveJournal updates felt like whispers between friends, and blog comment sections were where you checked in after class or work. Every space had its own rhythm, its own inside jokes, its own culture.
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran7 months ago in Confessions
“I Lied About Who I Was Online for 3 Years — And No One Noticed”
I never set out to lie. Not really. At least, not at the beginning. It started as something small — a harmless embellishment, a tiny white lie. Just a little tweak to make me seem more interesting, more confident. Someone worth listening to. Someone worth knowing.
By Hamad Haider7 months ago in Confessions
I Got a Message From My Dead Brother on Instagram
It was 2:13 a.m. when my phone buzzed, lighting up the darkness beside my bed. Half-asleep, I reached for it, expecting another spam DM or maybe one of those “are you awake?” texts from someone who shouldn’t matter anymore. But when I saw the name, I stopped breathing.
By Ava Writes Truth7 months ago in Confessions
Why I Ghosted My Best Friend
I never imagined I’d be the kind of person to ghost someone—especially not someone I once called my best friend. Yet, somewhere between unread messages and avoided phone calls, that’s exactly what happened. I ghosted my best friend. It wasn’t a decision made in anger or spite. It wasn’t even really a decision at all—it was more like a slow fade, a retreat into silence that I didn’t know how to reverse. And as much as I regret the way things ended, the experience taught me more about myself, my boundaries, and the complicated dynamics of adult friendships than I ever expected.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
The Things I Never Said Out Loud — Until Now
I don’t remember the first time I stayed quiet when I wanted to speak. Maybe it was at five years old when I heard my parents fight through the wall, and I sat in bed with my hands over my ears, wondering if it was my fault.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Confessions
Lost Love Found: A Beautiful Second Chance Romance
Chapter 1: The Day Everything Changed Sophie and Daniel met when they were sixteen. They were neighbors who became best friends, sharing secrets, dreams, and first love. Everyone in town knew they were perfect for each other. They walked to school together, spent summers by the lake, and talked for hours under the stars.
By Waqar Khan7 months ago in Confessions
“When I Finally Told You I Loved You”
Jack had loved Ella quietly for years—so quietly that even he sometimes forgot it was love. It wasn’t the kind that exploded with grand gestures or dramatic confessions. No, it lived in the small things: the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the careless laughter that made his chest ache, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about dreams she barely dared to speak aloud.
By Awais Khaliq7 months ago in Confessions
When Autumn Brought You Back
Chapter 1: The First Goodbye The last time Emily saw Noah, the park was on fire with autumn colors. Leaves drifted down like golden rain, covering the paths they had walked together since they were fifteen. They were eighteen now, standing under the same oak tree where they’d first kissed. But this time, they were saying goodbye.
By Waqar Khan7 months ago in Confessions
I Pretended to Be Someone Else Online
It started with curiosity. A harmless experiment, I told myself. Just a few clicks, a new username, a borrowed photo, and suddenly, I wasn’t me anymore. I was someone more confident, more magnetic—someone people paid attention to. I didn’t plan for it to last. But weeks turned into months, and I found myself slipping deeper into this digital disguise. What began as an experiment slowly became an escape—and later, a trap of my own design.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
The Broken Promise: How a Youth Leader Sold Out His Generation
I remember the first day I saw Tunde speak. We were gathered in the dusty courtyard of the community hall, restless and worn out from years of silence. We had all suffered — no jobs, no hope, no voice. Our leaders treated us like numbers. But when Tunde stood on that makeshift stage with nothing but a microphone and fire in his eyes, something shifted. Something awakened.
By Oguntade Hafeez Olalekan7 months ago in Confessions
