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Even The Clocks Stopped

Honoring a promise is harder than we realise, but it is a necessary tool in the healing process.

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of jus...

There is no one I can talk toAbout the pain I’ve buried deep inside,No one who would understand. So I have summoned all my courageTo sustain me as I bare my soul to you today. I did everything I was taught to do. I never spoke to strangers,I stayed indoor...