Childhood
At What Cost? . Winner in I Made It Worse Challenge.
I listened to my sister sob. It was the familiar sound of her life falling apart at the seams. Her husband was a cheating, abusive, cruel and disgusting individual who would be kicked out but return because he had nowhere else to go and the cycle would continue.
By Sara Wilson6 months ago in Confessions
My dad
I'm a daddy's girl. My dad is 73. I'm 39 He still treats me like I'm 16, and even though it frustrates me to the ends of the world, we're both facing his mortality, despite the fact that he's healthy, whole and still works around the house like he's the one about to turn 40.
By Valarie Graham6 months ago in Confessions
She Sold Her Last Memory… to Save a Life. Content Warning.
She sold her father’s watch for forty dollars… and that still wasn’t enough to save her mother. The watch had been the only thing left of him. Old, scratched, barely ticking—just like the fragile life they were trying to hold together. But when the doctor said, “You need the money by tomorrow,” memories became a luxury she could no longer afford.
By Heart Touching Stories6 months ago in Confessions
“Ticking time bomb”
Everyone called me “strong.” They had no idea I was about to explode. And when I did… it wouldn’t just destroy me. I used to be the kind of person people admired. Good grades, calm behavior, always smiling. Teachers trusted me. Friends depended on me. Even at home, I was the “perfect son.” But no one ever asked me if I was okay.
By STORY LINE6 months ago in Confessions
“Everyone Thought I Was Strong… I Was Just a Ticking Time Bomb”
Everyone called me “strong.” They had no idea I was about to explode. And when I did… it wouldn’t just destroy me. I used to be the kind of person people admired. Good grades, calm behavior, always smiling. Teachers trusted me. Friends depended on me. Even at home, I was the “perfect son.” But no one ever asked me if I was okay.
By imtiazalam6 months ago in Confessions
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
“She Stayed
Motherhood is underestimated. Not by those who have lived it, not by those who have held a newborn at three in the morning, not by those who have nursed a fevered child and a heart aching at the same time. No. Motherhood is underestimated by the world at large, by those who think it is easy to create life and raise it, by those who think it is simple, and by those who never stop to think what it takes to *stay* when staying is all there is.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau6 months ago in Confessions
I Haven't Spoken to My Twin
THE MYTH OF TWIN CONNECTION 🔗 Everyone who learns that I have an identical twin sister immediately says some variation of "that must be so amazing, you must be so close, do you feel each other's pain, can you read each other's minds" and I smile and nod because the alternative is explaining that I have not spoken to my twin sister in five years and that the bond everyone assumes is magical and unbreakable broke under the weight of differences that our genetic identity was supposed to prevent but that grew wider with every year until the two people who shared a womb and a face and a childhood could no longer share a conversation without it ending in argument, resentment, and the particular pain of being hurt by someone who looks exactly like you 💔
By The Curious Writer6 months ago in Confessions
