Teenage years
Foot Of Lush
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled at the foot of a lush, green mountain range, there lived a young boy named Oliver. Oliver was known far and wide for his insatiable curiosity and his boundless imagination. He had a heart full of dreams and a head full of ideas, and he spent most of his days exploring the world around him, seeking out new adventures, and learning about the mysteries of life.
By Niroshan lakshan2 years ago in Confessions
How I Wish I Had Known Earlier
A man named Samuel once lived in a tiny, peaceful village set between rolling hills and beautiful woodlands. He was well-known for his pleasant temperament and a continuous smile that appeared to brighten even the darkest of days. Samuel, on the other hand, had a secret that weighed hard on his heart. This is the narrative of his regrets and his quest for redemption.
By Afrolite2 years ago in Confessions
Unveiling Hearts: A tale of friendship and love
Max and Ava were best friends since childhood. They shared countless memories, laughter, and tears. Their bond was unbreakable. As they stepped into high school, something began to stir within them. With each passing day, their friendship blossomed into something deeper, something more profound.
By Tomiwa 2 years ago in Confessions
"Just Not Good Enough". Top Story - October 2023.
Am I the only one who's tired of losing? Maybe I shouldn't be looking at situations as "loss" or "win", but how do you not? Everyone searches for value and self-worth. A little winning goes a long way to supporting that. Is it so much to ask, to just win once in a while?
By Veronica Coldiron2 years ago in Confessions
Colours of Love: Unveiling Unconventional Romances
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled between rolling hills and whispering willow trees, there was a love story that defied all expectations. It was a love story that proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that love knows no boundaries, no constraints, and no societal norms.
By Francis2 years ago in Confessions
The Hidden Fixer
The Hidden Fixer Can adults hide under the bed too? I yearn to escape, to retreat, or simply vanish from existence. The thought of not being a concern to anyone consumes me. If only I could disappear without a trace, leaving behind the burdens that weigh me down. Since childhood, whenever I made mistakes, an overwhelming urge to hide beneath my bed would take hold of me. In those moments, I longed to shrink myself into insignificance, to become invisible to the world. I desired to block out my senses, to be enveloped in darkness and white noise, where the chaos of life couldn't reach me. The weight of expectations and judgments, both external and self-imposed, suffocates me, urging me to seek refuge in solitude.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Love
The first snowflakes of winter fell gently, blanketing the town in a soft, white embrace. Sarah stood by the window, her breath fogging the glass as she watched the world transform. It was a new beginning, a fresh start, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of hope.
By Therealsam2 years ago in Confessions
Bullying on the Runanga School Bus in 1973...
We lived about three miles from the nearest high school so we had to catch the School Bus into Greymouth. The bus started its journey at Runanga. I observed bullying on the bus but I was not a victim, at least not in my first year. I felt sorry for those who were bullied. One such kid who lived a mile further down from us got bullied so much that he ended up cycling to school.
By Robert Stewart2 years ago in Confessions
The blooming hearts
Once upon a time, in the small Kenyan village of Iten, there lived a boy named Biwott. Biwott was known throughout the village for his cheerful disposition and kind heart. He had a smile that could light up even the darkest of days, and he spent most of his time helping his family with their farm and playing with the other children in the village.
By Mordecai Biwott2 years ago in Confessions
