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Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 26
I have come to accept my darker side following a prolonged period of alcohol consumption, yet I keep this acknowledgment to myself. I become a stockbroker in this way, yet I feel obligated to serve as a social worker and spread awareness about alcoholism.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Journal
Rashida’s Stand
Rashida’s Stand When silence breaks, courage speaks louder than fear Rashida’s mother had started warning her when she was only twelve. But the real meaning of those warnings only struck her two years later—when Shafi, the shopkeeper, stopped looking at her face and began letting his gaze rest two hands lower.
By Habib Ullah 6 months ago in Journal
The Quiet Revolution in a Noisy World
M Mehran Everywhere we look today, noise surrounds us. Phones buzz with notifications, news cycles scream for attention, and social media pushes us to share, like, and perform. In a world where silence is rare, one simple practice quietly resists the chaos: journaling.
By Muhammad Mehran6 months ago in Journal
Never Let Power Consume You
Power is really dangerous, and I can tell you that I no longer trust any artist or anybody on social media. Sharing something with the community only means betraying others. This is why hidden societies exist.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Journal
Gate to Nowhere
Nona had always hated airports after midnight. The way the harsh lighting made everything look bleached and artificial, the way her footsteps echoed too loudly in the empty corridors, the way time seemed to stretch and distort until she couldn't tell if she'd been waiting for twenty minutes or two hours.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Journal
Diamond World
The Entrance The great diamond-shaped archway that once welcomed millions now stands as a broken crown. Half of its faceted panels have shattered, leaving jagged edges that catch rainwater and funnel it down in rust-colored streams. The turnstiles are frozen solid with corrosion, their chrome surfaces now a mottled brown-green. Scattered across the cracked entry plaza are fragments of the original diamond-embedded walkway, their facets dulled and clouded, crunching underfoot like broken teeth.
By Autumn 6 months ago in Journal
The Death of the Last Leading Man: Robert Redford and the End of an Era
With him, a door that had stood ajar for decades finally closed: that of the last actor able to be both a star of the system and a critic of its foundations. His publicist confirmed that he died “in the place he loved, surrounded by those he loved,” but the ritual phrasing couldn’t begin to explain the magnitude of what was lost with his passing.
By DramaT6 months ago in Journal
The Secret Life of Journals
M Mehran There is something magical about opening a fresh journal. The crisp blank pages hold endless possibilities—stories waiting to be written, confessions yearning for release, and dreams desperate to take form. For centuries, people have carried journals not only as notebooks but as companions. Some were filled with secrets, others with maps of the mind, and many with ideas that would later change the world.
By Muhammad Mehran6 months ago in Journal
Earning Online Dollars Without Investment in Amazon KDP
💸 What if I told you that you could earn real U.S. dollars from home — without investment, without risk, and without needing to be a bestselling author? Welcome to the world of Amazon KDP — a platform where your ideas can become income, all without spending a single cent.
By Wow Genius6 months ago in Journal
The Man Who Walked Between Shadows
The rain had stopped just before dawn, leaving the city streets wet and glistening like sheets of black glass. The man walked alone, his boots splashing softly through shallow puddles. His coat, once a warm brown, now hung heavy and dark against his thin frame. People passed him without a second glance. To them, he was just another face in the crowd, a shadow among shadows. But inside him, something was changing — something had been stirred awake.
By Alexander Mind6 months ago in Journal
The Secret Keepers
M Mehran I discovered journals when I was twelve. My mother handed me a small leather-bound notebook and said, “Write down what you feel. Someday, you’ll thank yourself.” At the time, I thought she was giving me a book for school, not a portal into my own mind.
By Muhammad Mehran6 months ago in Journal
Mel's Diner
The alarm clock's shrill cry cut through Maya's dreams at 5:30 AM, but she was already stirring. Her cotton candy pink hair caught the early morning light streaming through her apartment window, creating a soft halo around her face as she stretched and rolled out of bed. Three years of opening shifts at Mel's Diner had trained her body to wake before the alarm, though she kept it set just in case.
By Autumn 6 months ago in Journal