Essay
Beneath the Silence: What Truth Demands of Us
In a world that moves fast and favors comfort, truth is often the first casualty. We filter it, delay it, soften it, or bury it altogether. Why? Because truth — real, raw, unapologetic truth — demands something we are not always ready to give: vulnerability, accountability, and often, change. But as I’ve come to understand, living without truth is like building a home on sand — eventually, everything collapses. My journey with truth hasn’t been simple, and maybe that’s why it’s been one of the most important lessons life has taught me.
By Anwar Jamil8 months ago in Chapters
"The Kingdom Without a Name". AI-Generated.
The Kingdom Without a Name: Lost to Time, Bound by Fate Chapter One: The Marked One The mist came every morning in Brinmere. It rolled over the hills like a living memory, ancient and restless. Villagers swore it was harmless—just weather—but they never strayed into it. Not past the old standing stones. Not east.
By Khazar khayam8 months ago in Chapters
The Secret Drawer
Growing up, there was one rule in our house I never dared to break: Don’t touch the drawer in Dad’s study. It was an ordinary drawer in an old wooden desk — scratched, dusty, the handle barely hanging on. But to me, it might as well have been a vault. Dad’s tone made it clear — that drawer was off-limits.
By Straylight8 months ago in Chapters
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Existing I’ve always been the type of person who apologizes to chairs. You know, the ones you bump into and go, “Oh sorry,” as if the chair might file a complaint for emotional damage.
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
How I Failed Miserably at Being a Morning Person
I once believed that becoming a morning person would magically fix my life. Instagram told me so. There were thousands of beautiful people sipping green smoothies at 5:00 a.m., journaling about gratitude, and greeting the sun like they’d just won the lottery of life. I wanted that. I wanted to be that person.
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
Paws and Tusks
In the golden grasslands of the African savannah, where the sun painted the earth with strokes of amber and gold, lived a small dog named Rafi. He was not like the other wild creatures—he had no pride to follow like the lions, no herd to join like the zebras. Rafi had once been a pet, lost from a safari group after a stormy night. Since then, he had roamed the wild alone, searching not just for food, but for connection.
By MIne Story Nest8 months ago in Chapters
My Neighbor’s Cat Thinks I’m Its Owner Now
It started with a meow. A single, innocent meow. At the time, I didn’t realize that meow was a legal contract in cat law, binding me for life to an arrangement I never agreed to. If I had, I might’ve shut my window, moved to another city, or learned how to meow back in a way that screamed, “Wrong house, furry overlord.”
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
The Day My Dog Became My Therapist
It all started on a Tuesday. Now, Tuesdays are usually uneventful. But this particular Tuesday, the universe decided to hit me with a whirlwind of chaos, confusion, and cold leftover lasagna. The morning started with me waking up to the sound of my alarm doing its best to imitate a dying robot. I slapped it into silence, stumbled out of bed, and stepped directly into something cold and squishy.
By shittu adeola8 months ago in Chapters
