Stream of Consciousness
The Dark Descent of Ethan Blake
Chapter 1: The Perfect Student Ethan Blake was the epitome of an ideal student. He was intelligent, charming, and athletic. Teachers adored him; classmates envied him. He excelled in academics, was the star player on the basketball team, and conducted himself with a grace that belied his age. But deep within the polished exterior lay a simmering pot of turmoil.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAINabout a year ago in Confessions
Holi Through a Feminist Lens: Embracing Celebration Without Compromise
To add to the overall vivid hues, individuals are seen splattering tinted water balloons, squirting one another with flute-sized syringes (pichkaris) filled with coloured liquid, and spreading rainbow colours on one another as Holi morning breaks. The festival's essence and core content is bringing joy, color, and hope to everyone. As a result, the celebration is carnivalesque and colourful due to its mythological, spiritual, cultural, and social appropriation. However, the romantic portrayal of Holi is not the same as how many women feel it. The fact that some males disregard moral and social boundaries in their celebration of the event is upsetting.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
The Day We Went to a Spa
Little Girl… This is also a small incident that happened about twelve years ago… At that time, I was working in a branch around Kandy… The tourism industry was the main industry in the area… I was the loan officer at that branch then…. In those days, a new loan scheme was introduced by the bank for small and medium scale industries… I went to Colombo for basic training and was given a target of 100,000 rupees… I was so happy…
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Confessions
Whispers in the Dark "A Railway Station Love Story"
**Part 1: The Arrival** The city's central railway station was a hive of frenetic energy, a labyrinth where stories collided, enmeshed in the rhythmic clanging of steel and human voices. Among the travelers, a figure stood out—a young woman named Lyra, with fiery red hair cascading down her back and a glimmer of determination in her emerald eyes. She was an aspiring journalist, fearless and driven, with a penchant for the underground and a nose for stories hidden in the shadows.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAINabout a year ago in Confessions
The Truth Behind the Mirror
A hidden secret that has shaped a life. Lily Walker had always been the quiet one in the group, a listener rather than a talker. She enjoyed the comfort of her own thoughts, the solace of being alone with her books and the music that echoed in her mind. But behind the calm exterior, there was a truth she had never shared with anyone.
By SHAKIBabout a year ago in Confessions
How I Survived Social Anxiety
Let me take you back to a moment I’ll never forget. I was at a work event, standing in a circle of coworkers, nodding along to a conversation I wasn’t even following. Someone asked me a question, and my brain buffered! I stammered something incoherent, felt my face turn the color of a fire hydrant, and promptly made an excuse to leave.
By Zamieeabout a year ago in Confessions
The Role of a Mother
The Love That Ruptured the Blood Vessels - The Role of a Mother Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that holds the power to shape our lives in ways we can't always explain. Of all the varieties of love that we experience in life, the relationship between mother and child is among the closest and strongest, This is more than just being in love.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Confessions
Word of the day: 素直
I am at Starbucks today, I am planning on submitting a bunch of the Jail Journal entries since it is my mom's birthday and she invited her cousin who I think is the biggest gossip and fake in town. I don't care t be around either of them so the idea of watching a movie and eating chinese food with them is kind of, unbearable.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
To anyone who feels like a failure, this one's for you
I have known the depths of pain, regret, desolation and the atrocious feeling of not being enough. You sink deeper into the abyss of self-doubt and plague yourself that life has no meaning left to sustain your being, There is tiredness in your soul and your eyes have lost their spark.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
