Luna Vani

Joined November 2025

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I gather broken pieces and turn them into light

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Almost Quit
I stood one step away from giving up. Not dramatically. Not with tears or a speech prepared. Just quietly—like someone pausing at the edge of a sidewalk, unsure whether to cross or turn back.
By Luna Vaniabout 14 hours ago in Motivation
Wrong Answers
I failed the test. But I questioned the system. That curiosity changed everything. The paper came back face-down, like a body you already know is yours. Red ink bled through the thin white sheet, loud enough to feel public. A number sat at the top—too low to defend, too final to argue with. Around me, chairs scraped, conversations sparked, relief and disappointment traded places in whispers.
By Luna Vaniabout 17 hours ago in Education
Blank Page
The page scared me. Not because it was empty— but because it knew what I was hiding. It waited without blinking. No judgment. No impatience. Just a wide, pale silence that reflected me better than any mirror ever had. I could lie to people. I could curate conversations, soften memories, sharpen excuses. But the page? The page didn’t ask questions. It simply asked me to be honest.
By Luna Vaniabout 17 hours ago in Writers
House That Held Me
“The house had no doors — but it trapped me anyway.” I remember the moment I noticed it. I had been walking along the old, overgrown lane, the kind that seemed to breathe beneath your feet. The house appeared at the end, though I had no memory of it being there before. Its walls were pale, almost glowing in the fading light, and windows gaped like hollow eyes. Something about it felt alive.
By Luna Vania day ago in Horror
The Gallery of Almosts
That thought hits me every time I step into my studio. It smells of paint thinner, old paper, and dreams I once had but never fully realized. Around me, unfinished canvases lean against the walls like ghosts of ambition. Some are half-sketched, others nearly complete—but none are whole.
By Luna Vania day ago in Art
Hope Is Heavy When You Carry It Alone
Hope isn’t a spark. It isn’t a light that lifts you off your feet. It is a weight. A stubborn, unyielding burden that presses against your shoulders whether you want it or not. I learned this early, in small doses at first—little moments that should have been easy, but weren’t.
By Luna Vania day ago in Motivation
The Ghostwriter's Ransom
I have spent the last decade being the voice of people who have nothing to say. I am a professional ghostwriter. If you’ve walked through an airport bookstore in the last five years, you’ve seen my work. You just haven’t seen my name. I’ve written memoirs for starlets who can’t spell "autobiography," and "thought leadership" books for CEOs who haven’t had an original thought since 1998.
By Luna Vani7 days ago in Confessions
Anxiety Nobody Sees
No one ever asks about the quiet ones. They ask about the loud pain—the grief that cries in public, the anger that breaks things, the sadness that wears its face openly. But the anxiety that behaves itself, that shows up on time and smiles politely, is rarely questioned. It learns early how to stay invisible.
By Luna Vani9 days ago in Psyche
The Museum of Unfinished Echoes
The blank canvas doesn't just stare; it judges. In 2026, we are surrounded by the "perfect." We have algorithms that can predict the next hit song, AI that can render a flawless sunset in seconds, and social feeds that filter the grit out of existence. But there is a specific, cold terror that exists in the space between having an idea and bringing it into the light.
By Luna Vani9 days ago in Humans
The Silent Sentinels
The sun does not simply rise over the Giza plateau; it ignites it. As the first amber rays catch the limestone casing of the Great Pyramid, the structure seems to hum with an ancient, tectonic energy. For five millennia, these geometric titans have watched empires crumble into the silt of the Nile, remaining the only members of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World to defy the erosion of time.
By Luna Vani9 days ago in History
The Calculus of Petals
The garden does not count the days, nor fret the coming frost; it simply holds the amber rays before the light is lost. We are the ones who measure bloom,
By Luna Vani11 days ago in Poets
The Rebellion of the Unseen
At the end of last December, the world felt thick. I was recovering from a misdiagnosed staph infection that had turned my body into a battlefield, but the physical pain was only half the weight. Between the high-stakes demands of a Director-level job, the intricate dance of co-parenting, and the quiet responsibilities of being a wife, I felt like I was moving through a room filling slowly with honey.
By Luna Vani11 days ago in Journal