Childhood
After leaving us with his hilarious memories that made the whole world laugh, today we mourn the loss of Mr. Bean, the comedic character beloved by all, who left an unforgettable mark on the world of art and entertainment.
In a moment of profound silence and deep sadness, lies the beloved figure who captured the hearts of the world on his deathbed. Yes, Mr. Bean, the comedic icon who made generations laugh and endeared himself with his magical charm, has bid us farewell today after a journey filled with laughter and unforgettable moments.
By Hameed Ahmed15 days ago in Confessions
Story
We were eating in the kitchen when i asked her about her childhood...Her name is Enko , im curious...to know more -Enko: Fine..I’ll tell you about my childhood, but don’t complain on how ‘boring’ it is..My childhood like I said…wasn’t that interesting…my parents were divorced, and I was mostly raised by my grandparents…growing up I would say I was a little shy, but as I got older and went to school, I’d say I became more quiet and standoffish..
By Hiếu Trọng15 days ago in Confessions
For many years, myths circulated about this creature. Some claimed that it came from other worlds.
In the depths of the dense forest, the night sounds fluttered among the branches of ancient trees and crept into every dark corner. Beneath a large tree, adorned with drooping green leaves, lived a mysterious and terrifying creature that awaited its prey mercilessly.
By Hameed Ahmed16 days ago in Confessions
When a Woman Says “I’m Going to Sleep,” Only Fools Reply with “Goodnight”
---The Language of Love When a woman says "I'm going to sleep," it's not just a statement - it's a cry for help, a plea for understanding, a desperate attempt to connect. It's a whispered secret, a hidden message, a silent scream.
By Swathika Swathi20 days ago in Confessions
Heartfelt Confession of My Mistake
"A Labyrinth of Regrets: A Heartfelt Confession of My Mistakes" As I wander through the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, I stumble upon the ghostly apparitions of my past mistakes. The shadows of regret whisper tales of what could have been, echoing the haunting refrain of "if only." In this sacred confessional of my soul, I bare my heart, exposing the wounds of my errors, and the lessons that have transformed me.
By Swathika Swathi22 days ago in Confessions
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akram22 days ago in Confessions
Embracing Failure: A Poetic Reflection on Fear
In a curious town settled between moving slopes and rich woods, carried on with a youthful writer named Elara. Her heart overflowed with fantasies about making sections that would rouse and move individuals. Nonetheless, her life was eclipsed by a mind-boggling apprehension about disappointment. Each time she got her plume, question blurred her psyche, and the clear material before her appeared to be difficult.
By Iftikhar Akram25 days ago in Confessions
The story of some teenage girls
is about a girl who always have self doubt , confusion, hate and just like every other human emotion . Just like every other children she loves being loved,loves having icecream,playing with friends,expressing every emotion she experienced,loved being wild,loved exploring new things and also being stubborn.As a small infant she' s being living with her big family which include her grandparents ,uncles and ofcourse parents . when she ws 7 she had her baby brother and 1 year later her baby sister who like every third child unplanned lol.atthe age of 7 her parents moved to another city for better income .she continued staying with her grandparents.she had really beautiful bond with her grandparents.After a year she moved with her parents ,while crying for a few days whenever she missed her grandparents.whenever her parents would not give her attention because of her siblings she would get jealous and would miss her parents .did i tell you that she was a rebel as well as she grew she became even more rebellious . One of the the reason for her rebellious attitude was also the lack of attention from her parents.she was a bright student as she was very competitive in her life .she always topped her classes till grade 7,after grade 7 she she entered her teenage phase where she would try really hard to get everyone's attention.just like every other teenage she had her hormonal phase and felt ashamed of herself,she started becoming under confident but not less competitive,she still was a very competitive person but now she also compete for looks .In grade 7 she got her first serious crush but like every other bad boy he would not give her attention ,she really tried hard to get his attention but failed .after trying really she discovered another way to get his attention ,by pulling other girls down .she would brag about how much she scored , she stared wearing makeup to shool .she would wear makeup such minimally that Teachers would not scold her as her class image was the only thing she can't give up on.but her that wish also got torn .one day a different teacher slapped her in front of the class because of some misunderstanding.that day she cried the whole day.After she told her mother everything ,how it was a misunderstanding.Her mother console her.she asked her mother to come to school with her but her father was out of town and her mother could not leave her small siblings alone as the school was really faraway from their place.that day the leftover trust on her mother broke .Time passed by noe she entered 8 grade , she was even more rebellious with her mother now ,she would talk back and would not listen to her mother.her father mostly stayed out of town and even when he come back he would take rest and would not spend time with her but he did like her daughter as she would top her class.in 9 grade she she realised that she would never get anything if she ,she will always have to fight for her rights.As she was transforming into a women body ,her parents got stricter ,she was not allowed to talk much to boys and her mother would always keep an eye on her .THIS MADE HER situation even worse ,the only thing that gave her freedom was taken .She had to tell her parents where she go and whom she met made her even more rebellious but now she wse not even allowed a be rebel as her father would warn her that he she did anything rebellious she would be allowed eet her friends or go out play . THIS conditions made her helpless and frustrated .she would cry for hours in her bed and trying really hard to not let her parents know she was crying as she hate to confront people..to be continued
By Payal Singh26 days ago in Confessions
Happy no matter what
It's pretty clear that the objective of every single person on earth is to be happy, it just comes down to what that means for you. Everything we do always has as objective to make us happy. Added to that, our brain has been able to convince us to do things which don’t always act in our advantage, but it makes us get the feeling that we are happy.It's difficult to get a person to do something which doesn’t make them happy over a long period of time. Maybe in a short while we might succeed with that, but if a person’s mind doesn’t come to terms with their actions, then they’ll have a mental break-down.
By real Jema26 days ago in Confessions
Title: When My Smile Was Real
I miss those days when my smile was real, when laughter bubbled up from a place of genuine joy rather than an attempt to mask the emptiness inside. Those were the days when my world was vibrant, colored with moments of pure, unadulterated happiness. It wasn’t that life was perfect then, but the imperfections felt manageable, almost charming, like the quirks of a dear friend.
By Fannick😇29 days ago in Confessions