Childhood
Why I Secretly Love Rainy Mondays
Most people groan when they wake up on a Monday morning. Add gray skies and the steady tap of rain against the window, and it becomes the perfect excuse to complain. But me? I secretly love it. There’s something about a rainy Monday that feels like a reset button — as if the world has slowed down just enough for me to breathe while everyone else rushes past.
By Enric Millyabout a year ago in Confessions
"The House That Dreamed
athur.....shahjhan When I inherited the farmhouse, I thought it was a joke. A letter arrived in an envelope too thick for junk mail and too old-fashioned for modern bills. I almost threw it out. But the return address—no name, just Valemount Road, Willow Creek—gave me pause. My mother once whispered that our family came from a place with a name like that. She never explained. She was gone now.
By Shahjhanabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 6
As a social drinker, I've begun to have one beer or glass of red wine every week. A normal existence is a great thing. I began getting up early and going for walks. Do you know the morning routines? It really keeps you energetic.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 5
While I was working on my own projects for five months, I noticed I was no longer living an antisocial lifestyle at home. Under the influence of alcohol, I began caressing and feeding cats practically outdoors. while previous traumas returned, cats helped me overcome them, and while I strolled the streets, more ideas came to mind. Now I am working on these projects.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Running From Myself
1. The Coffee Shop Breakdown The steam from my chai latte blurred my vision as the first tear fell. Right there between the oat milk carafe and a display of overpriced matcha cookies, my body decided what my mind had refused to admit for years: I was drowning.
By Waqas Ahmadabout a year ago in Confessions
Father Figure I Never Expected
1. The First Punch I found Mac’s Gym because it smelled like my father. Liniment, sweat, and something bitter underneath—like old rage. I was fourteen, knuckles split from punching my bedroom wall after Dad’s latest "discipline session."
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Confessions
The Secret Hidden From The World
The island was shrouded in mist, its secrets hidden from the world. But when Emma stumbled upon an old map, she knew she had to explore its shores. As she wandered through the island's lush forests, she discovered lost treasures from throughout history: a Viking's sword, a Victorian-era parasol, a pair of Converse sneakers. Each object told a story, and Emma felt like she was unraveling the threads of time.
By Tariq Pathan about a year ago in Confessions
I Found My Childhood Self Hiding in My Dreams — And She Was Angry
For the past three weeks, I’ve had the same dream. I’m walking down a hallway. It’s not familiar, but somehow it feels like home. The floor creaks beneath my feet. The walls are covered in old, peeling wallpaper — soft pink roses on a yellowed background. I walk past closed doors. At the end of the hall, one door is slightly open. Light spills out. I push it gently.
By Mansoor ahmadabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 3
I reminded them in earlier writings that I had studied the negative consequences of drinking and my spy activities. When someone is positive about someone they meet, they usually betray their best partner right away. I only exhibit affection to animals because of this, but I would never betray someone I trust.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 2
These days, I am in a position to maintain my sobriety in general. Having a large level of self-control is required in order to engage in activities such as writing and serious hobbies. Deals are made in an atmosphere where alcohol is prevalent, particularly in the business sector, in order to weaken the willpower of business people. However, I am aware that now I want to avoid going to bars as much as possible.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Confessions
