Bad habits
“Ticking time bomb”
Everyone called me “strong.” They had no idea I was about to explode. And when I did… it wouldn’t just destroy me. I used to be the kind of person people admired. Good grades, calm behavior, always smiling. Teachers trusted me. Friends depended on me. Even at home, I was the “perfect son.” But no one ever asked me if I was okay.
By STORY LINE7 months ago in Confessions
“Everyone Thought I Was Strong… I Was Just a Ticking Time Bomb”
Everyone called me “strong.” They had no idea I was about to explode. And when I did… it wouldn’t just destroy me. I used to be the kind of person people admired. Good grades, calm behavior, always smiling. Teachers trusted me. Friends depended on me. Even at home, I was the “perfect son.” But no one ever asked me if I was okay.
By imtiazalam7 months ago in Confessions
Some More Thoughts On My Writing Difficulties
Introduction Although I publish a lot on Vocal I do have difficulties in writing, and this generates a lot of anxiety in me. I am lucky enough to be able to pull ideas and subjects almost out of the ether, to actually create a Vocal story, while I never seem to hit a writer's block I do seem to continually have the anxiety that goes with that.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 7 months ago in Confessions
What Kind of Person Becomes a Stripper?
I used to wonder what kind of woman becomes a stripper — until I became one. The first time I walked into a club, I remember the light more than anything. Soft, smoky, flattering in a way that daylight never is. It made everything and everyone look beautiful — the walls, the glasses, the women. Especially the women. They moved like they owned gravity, like the floor existed purely to serve them. Confident, magnetic, untouchable. I sat there on a corner stool nursing a drink I hadn't really wanted, watching them from beneath my lashes, and I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time — maybe ever. Hunger. Not for the job, not for the money, not for the attention. For the freedom. The kind that lives in the spine when a woman walks into a room and already knows she belongs there. I wanted that so badly it frightened me.
By Shirley Oyiadom7 months ago in Confessions
Truth Is. Content Warning.
I'm not sure what lies have been told about me or against this truth, but the facts have always remained the same. I was married for seven years, and that marriage, although beautiful at times, was devastating for me. In the years since, I have been in a constant process of healing.
By Karina Rasberry7 months ago in Confessions
My Vocal Bad
Image from Pinterest Introduction You may think that this is going to be a negative post, it will hopefully be seen as positive and supportive to everyone in the Vocal Facebook Groups and that immediately has given me an idea. I often list my favourite Vocal Groups at the end of some of my posts. If I take that list and turn it into a pseudo poem then I can just attach it to relevant posts going forward, so it will appear here as well.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 7 months ago in Confessions
Wrong
I knew what I was doing. I had a plan. I was confident that I was right. I always am. But in this road trip, the other guy was driving because it was his car, so even though I know I am a far better driver than him, I still let him drive, although his driving did annoy me as I gritted my teeth.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 7 months ago in Confessions
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 7 months ago in Confessions
