Friendship
Echoes of Affection: A Tale of Romance Rediscovered
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, the scent of roses mingled with the crisp autumn air. It was here, in this picturesque setting, that the story of Emily and James unfolded—a tale of love's resilience amidst the ebb and flow of life's currents.
david jonesPublished 3 days ago in Confessions"Echoes of Love: Navigating Turbulent Paths and Unspoken Truths"
The story begins on a serene Sunday morning eight years ago, within the walls of a grand church adorned with stained glass windows and echoing hymns. It was a congregation bustling with life, diverse in its assembly yet unified in spirit. As I took my seat amidst the rows of polished wooden pews, little did I know that this seemingly ordinary day would mark the beginning of a journey filled with love, complexities, and unforeseen twists of fate.
Jonathan StrydesPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsThe price to pay for our ignorance
In the age of technology, education has never been more accessible, and I think it’s only going to become more so and possibly get to the point where we get injected knowledge directly into our brains. That will be an interesting outcome actually, less work for us knowing things and more time to apply that knowledge to do the things we like, but we are not there yet, so I’ll talk about the reality as it stands.
real JemaPublished 6 days ago in ConfessionsTale about Luna and wooly
--- **Unlikely Companions: The Tale of Luna the Wolf and Woolly the Sheep** In the heart of the forest, where the tall trees whispered secrets and the gentle breeze carried the songs of birds, there lived two unlikely companions: Luna the Wolf and Woolly the Sheep. Their friendship was a testament to the extraordinary bonds that could form between the most unlikely of creatures.
Isaac RoblesPublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsBound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
Beck_MoultonPublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsEmbracing Life As It Is
Since I was young, I've always been envious of others' ability to be openly themselves. When I observed how wonderful they were at communicating with others, my insecurity would always press on me, hoping that soon I would be able to do the same.
James E. AnduyanPublished 7 days ago in ConfessionsShe Got Tipsy then She Got Drunk...
I was never the one to shy away from a party. Tonight's office shindig was no different. I wanted to happy myself since I’ve not had any fun for a long time. I had charmed my way past the pathetic cheese cubes and headed straight for the cocktail stand.
Nathal NortanPublished 8 days ago in ConfessionsSinking or living?
Even though the body is filled with water, it still feels light as it slowly falls into the abyss. The cold liquid surrounding my hopeless body makes my clothes turn into my second skin, and there's no reason to cry, scream, or feel sad. The only sound is deepness. Bubbles flowing up from my lips and then I open the eyes for a second.
reveriePublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsAn Introvert in the Spotlight!
It was March, 2022. I was freshly out of my home, finally, after two long years due to COVID-19, and back in my favorite city — Chandigarh. This is where I’ve spent most of my early 20’s — college, exam preparation, and everything.
NAVNEET DHILLONPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsWhy things aren’t changing (for you)
The sad reality is that for a lot of us, our lives have been pretty much the same. We do the same things, we get the same results, and we constantly wish for a change, we want the world to change, for it to become a better place, a nicer place and everything we imagine. In the same way we want our lives to become better, maybe earn more or even just to do better the things we already do.
real JemaPublished 10 days ago in ConfessionsVisiting Some Old Ghost
In the story It by Stephen King there is a part where the character Ben Hanscomb returns to the area where he first encountered the antagonist of the story as a child and when his cab driver makes note of this visit he says he was just “visiting some old ghost”. Just over a week ago I had my own visit with some old ghost when I went back to the city of Chapel Hill, which is where I used to live as a kid.
Joe PattersonPublished 11 days ago in ConfessionsThe storm behind my smile
The storm behind my smile Almost everyone has their lowest times; that moment when they feel the least. For me, it seems to be always. That feeling of crushed down soul, gray skies and bleak vision. Now, I'm not depressed I think and no I don't give people that impression. I'd like to say that I'll be given a grammy award for being the best pretender. Hiding my storm behind a smile. There are somethings that I have in excess and some that are way lacking. Now let's start with my shortcomings.
Venessa JacobPublished 12 days ago in Confessions