Psychological
Cancer Resignation. Content Warning.
Day 1 Walter woke up on Tuesday morning and knew he was running late. The sun was slanting in the window at a different angle, he could hear his wife downstairs in the kitchen, and a TV playing somewhere in the house. Looking over at his alarm, he saw it was 8 AM. Grabbing the clock, he chunked it to the wall, busting it. This was the third morning in a row that it hadn’t gone off at 6 when he had it set for.
By Mother Combs7 months ago in Fiction
They Watch Everything
They Watch Everything I knew I didn’t belong there the moment the door closed behind me. It wasn’t gentle or welcoming, it sounded final, like something had been decided for me without my say. His family were already in the room, watching me before I even had time to take in where I was. Their eyes weren’t warm or curious, they were measuring and judging, as if I had already failed something I didn’t even understand.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Fiction
Shared Scars
By the time my sister asked him to walk her down the aisle, the scar on my cheek had faded into the color of old paper. It began near my temple and pulled slightly whenever I smiled too hard, a pale line disappearing into my hairline. Children used to stare at it in supermarkets. Adults pretended not to. Men I dated kissed around it before they kissed me, as if pain should be approached gently.
By Ajan Lori A. 7 months ago in Fiction
“I Quit Melaleuca After Realizing the Truth About ‘Easy Success’”
I still remember the day I proudly called myself “successful.” I thought I had finally found the golden opportunity that would change my life forever. The promises were loud, the dreams were big, and the confidence was unreal. I felt like the cock of the walk—walking around as if I had already won life. But slowly, reality started knocking at my door. What looked like a staircase to success turned out to be a maze. The excitement faded, the pressure increased, and I began to question everything I once believed. That’s when I made the hardest decision of my journey—I quit Melaleuca. When I first joined Melaleuca, everything looked perfect. The presentations were powerful, the leaders were confident, and everyone spoke like success was just one step away. They told me I could build a strong income, gain financial freedom, and live life on my own terms. I was excited and fully motivated. I believed I had finally discovered something life-changing.
By STORY LINE7 months ago in Fiction
the power of lie
Every morning, the same scene repeated itself. A young boy would walk slowly to school, his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, his eyes dull with disinterest. Inside the classroom, while other students raised their hands and answered questions, he stayed silent. His notebooks were incomplete, his homework often untouched. Teachers labeled him “average,” sometimes even “careless.”
By Muhammad Yaseen7 months ago in Fiction
