Childhood

Echoes of the Past
Life has a way of weaving unexpected threads into our stories, often bringing people from our past back into our present. In the realm of relationships, these encounters can be both nostalgic and heart-wrenching, stirring up memories of love and moments once shared. This is a story of an emotional journey, where an ex-boyfriend's desire to rekindle a lost connection sets the stage for healing, growth, and the exploration of what it truly means to move forward.
By Brand Laposh3 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of the Past
Regret is a powerful emotion that can haunt the corners of the heart, casting shadows over memories and choices that were made long ago. It's a bittersweet companion, a reminder of roads not taken and opportunities missed. This is a story of a poignant journey through regret, a tale that explores the depths of remorse, the pursuit of redemption, and the transformative power of second chances.
By Brand Laposh3 years ago in Confessions
concentration camps
my name is Samuel Okojie and i have seen the world from a futuristic perspective and i want you to know that it doesn't get better, it gets a whole lot worst, in a world where intelligence and know how is base in an educational system that teaches and encourages things about you that will not do you any favours in the real world is the definition of wasted time and effort, a system that tells you to go to school for half of your life and then get a job from someone that definitely despises you indirectly because his despise comes from his ownself hatred and unachieved dreams, And after acquiring the job then you figure out that you now actually have to learn more and more and keep learning but not for your own will or self improvement but for the self improvement of the companies that you work for, you become a slave to the world around you, to the people but not in a good way, you become the very thing you hate, you become the world, you become someone who looks injustice in the eyes and does nothing, you become someone who hides in the shadows afraid of monsters that are not real because since we were kids we were made to believe that there were monsters under our beds and that the world in it's entirety is a big bad wolf that will devour you if you come close to it and for the longest of times through childhood up to my adolescence years i have always disagreed with this ideas that has been tossed around by the people of this dying world, a world filled with so much hate and so much religious madness that they can't even stop to sit down and think why it is that they hold and harbour so much hatred in their hearts, why so much disdain and uncertainty and why does their emotions always overcloud their judgment and why are they so eager to kill or take another mans life when such man disagrees with their religious ideals and perspective, It's almost as if these people are zombies to the God and ideas that they worship, they believe that they are in the right when in true they are the ones who are wrong and should admit their sins and let the world be the way that it is meant to be, i don't want to wake them up in such a short time cause i am afraid of the damage that it might cause, Telling the world that there is no God would shatter their realities so much that they would feel that there is no law to govern their moral virtue because all their lives they have lived a swinish life, a life filled with nothing but fear and misguided thoughts, thoughts that are not theirs, thoughts that are not real, thoughts that they can't even examine and thoughts that will someday lead them into madness but not from me but from their own self hatred being reflected back at the world, for if you stare deep into the abyss i promise you the abyss will stare back and what it will reflect back will be an alter ego of yourself, a 2.0 version if i should say, This is not a mere thought or belief, this is reality, a world filled with people without love but yet expects love in return, a world where people listen to propaganda without understanding the other side of the propaganda that they are on, a world that will eventually end up killing itself, was ozymandiaz at the right or was he at the wrong? From my perspevtive warshark was right, they shouldn't have compromised, they should have stood their ground and told the world the heinous and demonic act that ozymandiaz committed, killing millions to save billions will never be a right dimension of perspective to me, Doctor manhattan was the worst of all, a God who claimed to be a puppet who can see his strings but yet couldn't do anything about it is insane, which would be worst, to live as a monster or to die as a good man, shutter island, a part of ourselves that we choose to keep buried inside our subconscious mind, a place that will eventually lead us to face the monsters that we are, the part of ourselves that we keep hidden from the world but yet we hate and despise others who are brave enough to show the world who they really are and what they truly hold, i care not about the things of the material plane, not pleasure, not pain, not hate, not gluttony, not sex and not even the grim-reaper himself for i am a man who has conquered light and darkness and hold the whole world in his hands, a man who wishes to be left alone with his PADME, a man who just wants to live a simple and happy life with the woman that he loves CYNTHIA JOSEPH, to be able to apologise for the ways he treated her, how he neglected her feelings, for how i thoughts my feelings and ambitions was more important, i was no different from all the guys she spoke bad about, for in her eyes i was worst and for that i am sorry and i hope someday i can see her again and i can ask for her forgiveness and i do hope she take me back.
By samuel okojie3 years ago in Confessions
Transformation Embracing the Past in the Current Journey
Claro, aqui está **Trans Time is an relentless traveler, weaving stories through the years and leaving behind a trail of memories that become more precious as we journey through life. Amidst this voyage, nostalgia wraps around us, reminding us of the experiences that shaped our path. Among the most endearing memories are the innocent playfulness, the make-believe crushes, and the festive moments that, though seemingly small, are luminous fragments of the past that intertwine with the new phase we are experiencing now.
By nikogui3 years ago in Confessions
Your Inner Child Is Calling You.
Have you ever felt like there's this part of you, almost like a younger you, that's trying to get your attention? It's like your inner child is calling out, wanting you to hear what it has to say. I know it might sound a little strange, but trust me, it's a pretty incredible thing.
By Faitma3 years ago in Confessions
Are You Stuck Playing These Three Roles In Relationships?
In the realm of psychotherapy, an intriguing and valuable concept emerges from the field of transactional analysis. This concept suggests that within each of us reside three fundamental personalities: the Child, the Parent, and the Adult. These distinct facets interact and shape our behaviour, emotions, and relationships. Understanding and navigating these roles can offer profound insights into our psyche and our connections with others.
By Alexander3 years ago in Confessions
Whispers of Childhood Lost
In the heart of a household where love and trust should intertwine, a tale of innocence betrayed emerges. A story of four lives entwined by fate: Mom, Dad, Child, and Maid. Among them, the child's voice remains silenced, overshadowed by the secrets that shroud her once-bright world. Within the confines of a seemingly ordinary home, where the promise of safety should prevail, a journey through darkness and light begins.
By Mishal Channa3 years ago in Confessions
A group of students discovered dead body
The summer sun hung low in the sky as a group of university students, their laughter echoing through the quiet forest, embarked on a journey that would forever alter their lives. Their destination was a long-forgotten hiking trail known only to locals—a hidden gem untouched by time. Emily, Alex, Mia, and Jake shared a sense of adventure and a yearning for exploration that brought them together for this unique expedition.
By Mantasha3 years ago in Confessions
EMBRACING UNIQUENESS AND FINDING JOY.
In a world where tears are often seen as a natural response to sorrow, Tiana possessed a most unusual trait – whenever the urge to cry overwhelmed her, instead of tears, she burst into laughter. This peculiar phenomenon had been part of her life since infancy, setting her apart from the crowd and shaping her life in ways she could have never predicted.
By Tatiana Che3 years ago in Confessions
Girlhood
Part of healing is also forgiving yourself for allowing certain things to happen. While on my healing journey, I discovered that I felt angry that I had a part of me, taken from me. The innocent part of me. At 21 years old, I decided to put my trust and love into someone who was 5 years older than me. Thinking because this person was older, that he would take care of me and cherish me, but I had to come to find out that wasn't the case at all.
By Lexi3 years ago in Confessions
Young Writer
I was very young when I wrote my first piece. Surprisingly, I remember it well. I was in third grade, just seven years old. I had recently learned how to write complete sentences. We were assigned a task, which I completed quickly (a habit of mine, though not always accurately). I closed the notebook the teacher had provided and sat there with my pen, wanting to write something more. I headed to my dad's office where he kept stacks of loose leaf paper. I fetched the turtle-shaped step stool from the washroom, stood on it, and reached for the loose leaf paper. Gathering a few sheets, I began writing my very first short story, not for school. The story was riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes, but I could still understand it. Looking back, I noticed random "K"s in some words. I constantly confused words like "their," "there," and "they're," which highlights the complexities of the English language. Commas were absent throughout, a writing issue that persists today.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Confessions
The forbidden chocolate box!
Welcome to the chaotic world of a bustling hostel, where 63 rooms house students fervently pursuing their dreams. Today, I'm here to tell you a tale about the infamous "Chocolate Box." Hold your cocoa cravings, though, because we're not talking about actual chocolates in a box.
By Temjenungla Imchen3 years ago in Confessions