Teenage years
Through the walls
It started with a whisper I was in my mother’s bedroom, her scent still lingering in the air, a mix of lavender and something uniquely her. She’d been gone for weeks, and yet, in that moment, it felt like she was standing right behind me.
By Daydream pagesabout a year ago in Confessions
Through his eyes
To the Stranger Who Changed My Life Dear Stranger, Sometimes, we don’t realize how small moments can have the biggest impact on our lives. It wasn’t an event I had been waiting for, nor was it a moment I could have anticipated. But the day you stopped, noticed me, and spoke to me—everything changed in ways I still struggle to put into words.
By Daydream pagesabout a year ago in Confessions
I Told My Past Intimate Stories to My Wife
We've been married for eight years, I have always known how I share my intimate moments with my wife Elsie. On this faithful Friday night, I decided to try something different. The outcome was not the best, what I thought was a simple play to get her ready for the night, turned bizarre.
By Nathal Nortanabout a year ago in Confessions
Vibe Alone Until You’re Valued
Vibe Alone Until You’re Valued There’s a peculiar kind of quiet that comes when you stop chasing validation from others. At first, it feels uncomfortable—like something is missing. The spaces where someone’s laughter used to fill the air feel too vast, and the silence of your phone is deafening. But then, something miraculous happens.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
To The Stranger Who Still Owns My Heart
Hurt doesn’t even begin to cover it. When I think of you, it feels as though the entire dictionary fails me—there isn’t a word in any language that can capture the weight of what I feel. Hate? No, I can’t say I hate you. Hate is too strong, too final, too sharp. And yet, I wish I could feel that way. It would be easier, wouldn’t it? It would be cleaner. But this…this is messy, tangled, and impossible to define.
By Cierra Cheuvrontabout a year ago in Confessions
The Beginning
I’ve always wondered: am I the only one who walks around, constantly spinning stories in my head? Maybe that’s where imaginary friends go when we grow up—fading from sight, only to become stories instead of companions. But can they even be called “companions” if they were never really there? Still, they felt real to me. Real enough to fill quiet moments with dialogue, adventures, and entire worlds I could escape into.
By Cierra Cheuvrontabout a year ago in Confessions
The Hardest Lesson I Learned Before Turning 18 . AI-Generated.
Life has a funny way of teaching lessons, doesn’t it? Sometimes, it nudges you gently. Other times, it smacks you in the face when you least expect it. For me, the hardest lesson I ever learned happened in my final year before turning 18—a lesson about trust, independence, and the realization that not everyone has your back the way you hope they do.
By Daydream pagesabout a year ago in Confessions
Longing for a Life Beyond the Noise
Finding My Way: Dreaming of a Simpler Life Amid Responsibilities Life doesn’t always go as planned, and sometimes, in the midst of responsibilities, we find ourselves longing for something different. A whisper of a dream, a vision of a life we wish we could have—but don’t know how to achieve.
By Melanieabout a year ago in Confessions
The Emotional Battle of Acne: Inside the Mental Health Connection
Acne can be physically and emotionally painful, but the mental damage it does is often not seen. The struggle with breakouts is more than a skin condition; for those who understand this struggle, the emotional toll it takes needs no explanation.
By Val Garnerabout a year ago in Confessions
An ode to my wanderlust- my recent travel reflections
The darkness that surrounds the storm is often the most turbulent period of hardships that embellish us into the trance of not knowing what to do. I learnt the lessons of patience, virtue and gratitude from the darkest periods of my life. Life has its ways of embracing us in its wisdom, staggering us into the whirlwinds of challenges and adversities, only to gift us with peonies of hope. Hope can metamorphose mountains of hatred into the galloping beauty of existence that showers us with the narrative of self-belief and confidence. It is often in a wanderlust away from our daily surroundings that we realize the wonder that the world we live in has to offer. Forgiveness after a storm is like accepting the catastrophe without denying the damage it has done. It is painful but necessary to survive, to thrive in our lives.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Story of a Vietnamese Prostitute
It was one of those hot Saigonese evenings. I was sitting in one of those depraved pubs of Bui Vien Street, having some beers with two Japanese fellow travelers, while watching the motley crowd rambling up and down the road. It was then when, all of a sudden, that cheery, young local girl darted out of the throng, and by the very next instant, had taken the liberty to occupy the vacant fourth chair around our table.
By okisanityabout a year ago in Confessions
