Childhood
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The Nature of Love
Love, the most profound and mysterious of human emotions, has been the subject of poets, philosophers, and scholars throughout the ages. From the passionate verses of Shakespeare to the philosophical musings of Plato, humanity has sought to unravel the mysteries of love and understand its essence. Yet, like the untamed wilderness, love remains an enigma, with its depths and complexities eluding our grasp.
RAVI KUMARPublished 18 days ago in Confessions Childhood memories
It has been raining heavily these days. Rainy days are the best time to reminisce about the past. I especially enjoy reminiscing about my childhood. My childhood was spent in a village. Those childhood days were wonderful. Now I'm tired of staying in the city all the time. I have only been to my hometown in the past 14 years. I miss those old days so much.
Brian WongPublished 18 days ago in ConfessionsLet's Dig in Dirt and Roll Down Grassy Hills
The weather is slowly but surely warming up. Spring has taken its rightful place as we bid winter good bye. I've always enjoyed the spring time. I'd say its easily my second favorite season after autumn. Now, we're almost into summer.
Jasmine AguilarPublished 20 days ago in ConfessionsThe Longest Language Journey Back
When you have a godawful experience for years (perhaps French lessons) and need to write about it as part of the healing process and already you feel parts of your cognitive machinery trying to “clean it up” (guess it’s French lessons) for public viewing by default since it’s likely to make some toes curl up (sorry, but definitively French lessons.)
The Dani WriterPublished 20 days ago in ConfessionsMother Memories: Family Time
There really is no time like family time. My mother always made sure of it when we spent time together. Family time was spent in a number of ways, but the first place it started was in the living room.
Joe PattersonPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsHow I lost myself
I’ve been slowly noticing a change in me over recent years. In a lot of ways, I am coming to an understanding of why my parents did what they did, how I felt, and why it's important I do the same as well. I am also understanding society a lot better, the reason why certain things happen like they do and how we ultimately reached this status quo. For example, I understand why I felt the way I did about my dad, uncles, aunties, and society as a whole, and even though I was hoping to be different and not walk in their footsteps, I came to understand why they were like that and also the reason why I need to be the same as well.
real JemaPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsMother Memories: Trips and Vacations
For most people a vacation is a time to escape and get away from everyday life, but for me, a vacation was a time that complimented my everyday life and it’s all thanks to my mother.
Joe PattersonPublished 21 days ago in Confessions"My Toys"
As a child, I was obsessed with my toys. I had a vast collection of action figures, dolls, and stuffed animals that I cherished dearly. My favorite toy was a small, worn-out teddy bear named Mr. Whiskers. He had been given to me by my grandmother when I was just a baby, and I had slept with him every night since.
Isra SaleemPublished 21 days ago in ConfessionsRewind'
As soon as Sophia walked into the old antique shop, she knew she had stumbled upon something special. The store was dusty and dimly lit, but the air was thick with the scent of history. She wandered through the crowded aisles, running her fingers over the intricate carvings and faded photographs.
Isra SaleemPublished 21 days ago in Confessions- Content Warning
Echoes of the Past
In the heart of Willowbrook, where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried the echoes of forgotten tales, there lay a forest—Willowbrook Woods—a place where the boundary between the living and the dead blurred into nothingness. Beneath the canopy of ancient oaks and gnarled branches, there lay a secret buried deep within the earth—a secret that would soon be unearthed, setting into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the fate of the town.
DanniePublished 21 days ago in Confessions - Content Warning
Echoes of Laughter
In the heart of a buztling town, where the laughter of children mingled with the rustle of autumn leaves, there stood a carnival—a place of wonder and whimsy by day, but a realm of shadows and secrets by night. Among its myriad attractions, there was one that whispered of darker truths—a funhouse known as Laughing in the Dark, where the echoes of laughter concealed a sinister secret that would haunt the dreams of those who dared to enter.
DanniePublished 21 days ago in Confessions The day I became ruthless (fiction)
There are a handful of events that can drastically change a person’s life from being a loving, kind-hearted being to a cold and ruthless being. When I meet ruthless people, I always wonder what their backstory could have been, because I don’t think they were born that ruthless, cold, and mischievous, like every villain. they must have had a series of events or a specific one that pushed them over the edge and turned them into what they are.
real JemaPublished 22 days ago in Confessions