Humanity
Foot Of Lush
Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled at the foot of a lush, green mountain range, there lived a young boy named Oliver. Oliver was known far and wide for his insatiable curiosity and his boundless imagination. He had a heart full of dreams and a head full of ideas, and he spent most of his days exploring the world around him, seeking out new adventures, and learning about the mysteries of life.
By Niroshan lakshan3 years ago in Confessions
"At Night, New York's Rat Problem: A Persistent Challenge". Content Warning.
"Every day, New York's bustling streets are filled with the sights, scents, and sounds that define the city's unmistakable character. However, as night falls, another presence emerges on the city's streets.
By Story Room3 years ago in Confessions
The Forbidden Love of the Angel
In a remote, mist-shrouded town called Seraphina, surrounded by shadowy legends, lived a woman named Isabella. She was considered an anomaly in this dark world, for she was of an enigmatic beauty that fascinated and frightened the inhabitants in equal measure. Yet her life was one of unspeakable suffering. Isabella suffered from an inexplicable illness that baffled even the brightest doctors and scientists. Every touch by another human being seemed to drain her of vitality, and death always lurked by her side. For this reason, she had sealed herself off from the outside world to protect herself from any contact.
By The Gate3 years ago in Confessions
How I Wish I Had Known Earlier
A man named Samuel once lived in a tiny, peaceful village set between rolling hills and beautiful woodlands. He was well-known for his pleasant temperament and a continuous smile that appeared to brighten even the darkest of days. Samuel, on the other hand, had a secret that weighed hard on his heart. This is the narrative of his regrets and his quest for redemption.
By Afrolite3 years ago in Confessions
Navigating Nonsense:
As an experienced businessman who has traveled to over 125 countries, I've seen my fair share of truth and deception. The world of business is a complex one, filled with individuals and corporations that will go to great lengths to sell you their version of the truth. This is my firsthand account of navigating through the nonsense and uncovering the reality beneath.
By Freddie's Lost Treasures3 years ago in Confessions
An Alien, Here, There And Everywhere!
Sunday, 1 October 2023 (originally written on Jan 18, 2021) By: TB Obwoge This is my view almost daily, walking through life! I've never earned much money in my life. I've seen such horrible levels of poverty, not only in my own country but in African countries.
By IwriteMywrongs3 years ago in Confessions
Dead Leaves. Top Story - October 2023.
It is not autumn itself that's the problem. No, I love autumn, with its energising climate after the alternating fug and disappointment of the English summer, its warm colours glowing in lowering sun, its iconography of harvest bounty and shenanigans in the borderlands between this world and the next. Potion brewing and tree hugging and pulling in to the nest, I have to say, it suits me well. Except. When I go to see the dentist, the smell of the waiting room makes me want to run. The airport feels only marginally less stifling than the plane, and the anticipation of a dreaded meeting is as unsettling as the meeting itself.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Confessions
Insecurity, Anxiety, Uncertainty…
Yes, you read that right. Despite the persona I might give off in my writing, I often feel these unpleasant emotions. Right now, it is one of those times. And not just in one aspect of my life. But in several of them. Which sucks and is overwhelming.
By Amethyst Champagne3 years ago in Confessions
Locked Heart
What is this place? Why is it shrouded in darkness? There's no entrance, no way in, yet a flicker of light pierces the gloom of this small, cubical room. It's not big enough for anyone else, just me. But I'm comfortable here. I have no desire to leave, yet the door exists—I can feel it, though I can't see it. I have the key, a golden key adorned with shapes and cryptic symbols. I've spent an eternity trying to solve them, and now I'm certain of their impossibility. What's the use of a key without a door? And this door, a creation of my own imagination, has no proof of existence except this feeling. This feeling deceives me, distancing it when I approach and bringing it near when I retreat. It's an empty loop, suggesting the futility of escape. Is it worth all this effort? Or is it just another illusion? But the real question remains: Is escape even possible?
By Na cer3 years ago in Confessions
The Messenger
The Messenger Isaiah 41:13 We all have those periods in our lives when stress of one kind or another has grown inside us to a point when it becomes an entity unto itself. It threatens to kidnap our self-will and overtake what is left of our ability to function under circumstances we feel are beyond our control or influence.
By Emily Cameron3 years ago in Confessions
"Just Not Good Enough". Top Story - October 2023.
Am I the only one who's tired of losing? Maybe I shouldn't be looking at situations as "loss" or "win", but how do you not? Everyone searches for value and self-worth. A little winning goes a long way to supporting that. Is it so much to ask, to just win once in a while?
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Confessions
