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Most recently published stories in Motivation.
The Power Of Habits
Jean started her day like every other day. Alarm blaring loud, foster mom screaming from downstairs, and a house full of kids fighting for their turn to get into the bathroom. She was always the last out of the 5 to get her turn in the shower. This day was no different. The water was freezing when she finally got in the bathroom. So again, she skips the shower and just sprays herself down with an air freshener. Jean rushes downstairs grabbing whatever was left of breakfast. Kate and Ronnie weren't the warmest or the most emotionally aware people but they tried their best to provide a warm meal and a safe home for all the kids. Jean didn't care to wake up early or be in the company of Kate and Ronnie. She was content with skipping shower time and eating whatever was leftover.
By Mara Kilifi Scanlon6 years ago in Motivation
Unexpected Gift
It was March 10th of the year 2018. The day I met love, the day I felt like life finally had a purpose. For a moment, I knew no trouble and life was innocent. I had just given birth to beauty. His name was Adonis. I named him after me, Adriene. His eyes were perfect & his skin was unmatched. He had a smile that would capture souls one day. I laid in the hospital room with him cuddled on my chest. I would have given anything to make this feeling last indefinitely. It was as if we were in our own little world.
By Adrionna Caldwell 6 years ago in Motivation
Success and the Black Book
“Are you kidding me?” Jason yelled as he slammed his tray of dishes onto the counter. It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. He had fallen asleep and forgot to put his phone on the charger, thus he missed his alarm. Then the first bus drove right past him splashing muddy rainwater onto his work uniform. Now, he has dropped another glass cup that shattered upon impact and sent glass shards scattering across the floor of the kitchen he works in.
By antonio meteye6 years ago in Motivation
Independence
Jaimie Johnson was running again. Feeling the cool dirt beneath her feet which she found were free of the constraints of shoes and socks. Her favourite feeling in the world. She often wonders why people don’t just run everywhere. For example, when most find themselves forgetting something and then realising it on the way out the door, throw back their head, sigh, wheel around, and grumble about how nothing ever goes right, agonising over the fact that they were now going to be late. Jaimie loves the freedom and the thrill of the run though, the exhilaration and the clarity she feels in her mind when her physical body is doing something it was freely meant to do. Perhaps if this basic human privilege hadn’t been ripped away from her after her accident, maybe she too would take the simple things in life for granted. Now, if she needs something, she needs to think of it before the nurse leaves, or she just goes without whatever it is she needs or has forgotten. Jaime hears her name being called over and over, and she senses the exasperation in the voice. But no, she thinks to herself. Not yet.
By B.P.Hill6 years ago in Motivation
It's The Libra In Me
As a person who takes pride in my identity as an individual above all else — it would seem a hard pill to swallow when analyzing star signs. The idea that based on your date of birth, the stars align and assigns your personality traits. These traits would then dictate how you maneuver in this life. From imposing strengths and weaknesses to even your compatibility with other individuals. How dare the stars choose for me this way? Worst yet, why would they invite millions of others to share in the traits that shape my personality? The most unique part of myself. A crucial element that sets me apart and enables me to stand out. Accepting my star sign must surely be another way to place me in a box. So, why would an individual like myself find any value in it, right?
By Luna Jupiter6 years ago in Motivation
A Miracle.
It was a cold summer night. As the breeze wisped through the maple trees it caused the shadows cast by the moonlight to form shapes of large creatures. The park bench that Victoria sat on also reflected the moonlight off of the shiny waterproof coating. She often walked to the park after the sun had set and the darkness had begun to fill the sky. Victoria was a self-proclaimed insomniac because when she would try to calm down her mind she would find a plethora of new thoughts flood in. Her late-night walks soothed her mind, and she felt her connection to the earth best at that time. The wind blew a strong gust which caused her long red hair to blow right into her face. Once the wind ceased, she slowly brushed away her hair and placed it behind her right ear. She had been sitting there for almost an hour now just admiring the sky and basking in the moonlight.
By Emma Rogers6 years ago in Motivation
Write It Down, and Watch It Become Real
“Write it down, and watch it become real.” Liv let the mantra repeat in her mind as she cracked open a fresh pack of her favorite travel sized Moleskine notebooks. This would be her eleventh attempt at journaling her desires into existence. Though no two pages of each previous journal were the same, one thing remained consistent: she always chose their color to be as black as a cold winter’s night. It had become almost a superstition.
By E. Ralph6 years ago in Motivation
Lost Time
Stacey’s face slowly melted as if it were molten glass. Her skin dripped like wax, each drop coinciding with the pounding in her head. Stacey arduously turned towards her reflection, wading through dark molasses. What stared back seemed subhuman. Roman numerals outlined where her head should have been, circling three iron whiskers. The thinnest of the three appeared broken, spinning at an unmatched pace while the rest of her trudged to keep up. The metallic arm continued whirling around tirelessly as she began to dissolve into nothingness.
By Liz Parroquin6 years ago in Motivation
The Power of Gratitude
This is my first story on Vocal so if you are reading this, thank you and I hope it finds you well! The Power of Gratitude is the first segment of a series called DeLiberate Life that I will be posting here exclusively on Vocal! DeLiberate Life is a phrase I coined that means to deliberately liberate your life! When you break that down, it means you are consciously and actively making decisions that will lead to a life that you feel liberated by. To free yourself from the prison of your mind and have the power to live out a life that is filled with love, a fiery passion, and joy within everything you do. I do not say this as if it is a fantasy or something that seems too cliché to be real. I say it as a certainty. I know this because I am living that life and have helped others achieve it.
By Joseph Grisafe6 years ago in Motivation
Achieving Greatness
My chest felt heavy. I was ready to leave. Every day felt the same as if I was stuck in a never-ending loop. What was I doing? Why me? Why did I have to live the same routine every single day? There was no other option, especially since I was in charge of my younger siblings.
By Lucero Gonzalez6 years ago in Motivation
Treasure In The Stars
The heat hung thick in the air as Sam’s shoes flipped against the ground on her way to the mailbox. The relentless sun had continued for weeks, burning everything from flowers to skin, and adding to her misery. She pulled the red stamped past due notices from the box and made her way back to the dilapidated house. It might have been pretty a while ago but time had worn it down, much like it’s owner Sue Donovan. Sue was nearly 90 now and unable to communicate since stroke had taken her speech and curled her fingers. She’d spent her life as a wealthy spinster but medical bills had taken their toll on her fortunes. “She still has more than us”, thought Sam as the screen door smacked closed behind her. Dad had left them with nothing but debt and if it wasn’t for Miss Sue, they’d be homeless now.
By Chelsea Holcomb6 years ago in Motivation
