Childhood
The Things We Bow To
"The Things We Bow To" — A Story About Idolatry Long ago, in a sun-scorched land, temples towered over the hills like monuments to forgotten truths. People came from all directions—merchants, mothers, shepherds, soldiers—each bringing something to offer. They laid their sacrifices before carved statues with eyes that never blinked and mouths that never spoke. Some were made of gold, others of wood or stone, each one shaped to represent power, beauty, love, or strength.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Confessions
I Fell for a Fantasy: Dating Someone Who Only Loved Me Online
The Internet Made It Feel Real - Until I Met Him in Person It started with fire emojis. Then the late-night replies. The inside jokes. The saved voice notes. The “good morning” texts that made my heart race.
By Lilyabout a year ago in Confessions
Why do people Lie
Why Do People Lie? A Real Talk About the Truth Behind Dishonesty Let’s be honest — we all lie. Maybe not in huge, dramatic ways, but in little, everyday moments. Like when you say “I’m fine” even though you're not. Or when you tell your friend their new haircut looks great, even though you're not totally convinced.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Confessions
It was always about the littlest things
You know those moments that light you up like a forestfire, the circumstances, people, entities, stories, words or notions that trigger something in you. That makes you act differently, to approach your life differently, to stride a different walk or embrace a new mindset. These are often quite moments that we think are insignificant, but are in reality monumental transgressions of metamorphosis, where everything changes, but also nothing changes.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing “Enough”
Most of my adult years, I believed being "enough" was something you attained. Enough was about being on at all times. Being agreeable at all times. Constantly reaching for the next milestone, the next promotion, the next unread email in my inbox. I boasted about my fatigue as a badge of honor, as if running on empty indicated that I was doing something right. Society calls it hustle. I called it survival.
By MD NAYEMabout a year ago in Confessions
They Said No Strings—But Their Hearts Never Agreed
They thought they'd found the perfect solution: no strings, no drama, just comfort in each other’s arms. But when years of friendship blur into something deeper, and stolen glances start feeling like promises, Maya and Chris realize the heart doesn’t play by the rules—even the ones they wrote themselves. Maya and Chris had been close friends since childhood. They attended the same elementary school, went to the same high school, and even chose the same college. Their bond was casual yet unshakably strong—something others often admired. They’d shared laughter, dinners, get-togethers, and supported each other through the worst. One thing they had in common? They'd both been hurt—deeply—by past relationships. After a series of heartbreaks, they agreed to try something different: A casual, no-strings-attached arrangement, designed to avoid emotional complications. The goal was to keep things light, fun, and commitment-free. But can that ever truly work? It lasted a few weeks. They laughed, talked, and had their fun. But by the third week, things began to shift. Though they had promised no strings, Maya couldn’t help noticing the little things—Chris’s kindness, the way he listened, the way his eyes lit up whenever she shared good news. That twinkle in his eyes made her heart skip. She tried to suppress the feelings, but it was impossible. His soft, thoughtful side—and all his green flags—melted away her resolve.
By Gift Abotsi about a year ago in Confessions
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead
The Morning I Missed the Bus—and Found My Way Instead I was 17, late for school, and flying down the block in the middle of winter with half-frozen hair and a burnt piece of toast in my mouth. Classy. The yellow school bus came around the corner just as I was reaching the stop. I waved frantically, breath clouding in the air, but the driver didn't see. Perhaps he did, and just decided it was too late.
By Amzad Rahidabout a year ago in Confessions
