Humanity
Christmas by an Onlooker
I love Christmas in the UK. I don’t celebrate, but I still love that time of year. There’s just something nice in the atmosphere. Plus, I love the lights. They’re my favourite. In fact, I would put up the Christmas lights at the beginning of November and wouldn’t take them down until the end of February. Come on, we can power those with solar energy now – save it during summer, spend it during winter, right? People need light. So when days are short, why not turn on the lights?
By Meliha Avdic4 years ago in Confessions
Christmas Isn’t Christmas Anymore
Growing up, my Christmases were the perfect Hallmark postcard of what this holiday should look like. I lived in Finland, so cold weather and snow were common. It's all dark nights with Christmas lights and candles, and sitting indoors with thick woolen socks and warm drinks in our hands to ward off the subzero temperatures outside.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen4 years ago in Confessions
My Narcissistic Stalker Inspired Me To Become A Better Person
I have a stalker. My stalker is very special — she is a narcissist. A very cruel, insecure, miserable, jealous, self-absorbed little woman. She smiles a lot, her face twitches every time she produces a smile...
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
How A “Fat” Narcissist Tried To Make Me Miserable Just Because I Am Happier Than She Is
I’ve always thought that all overweight people are as nice as Sherman Klump from Nutty Professor. Well, I was wrong. There are some real nasty “fat ” people out there.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Struggles of an Indian Girl
I can’t even count the times I’ve typed that out- or something along those lines. I just wanted to know that someone else was facing the same struggles as I was- Indian girl raised by strict Indian parents living in the UK, very confused. Sound familiar to anyone? Thought so. It seems to be a universally accepted truth about Indians, and especially Indian girls. We are told from a young age that our family members pray that our husbands have a long and happy life, that we will grow up and be married off and that is when our life begins, that we don’t know love or what life means until we have children.
By Nive 4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to the Passenger Who Tried to Kill Me
Dear Fellow-passenger-who-has-apparently-gone-mad, Say no more. I see the frustration with life in your eyes. You’ve had enough of life biting you in the ass. Of people overlooking you. Throwing you crumbs. Jeering in your face.
By Oly Awamba4 years ago in Confessions
This Time of Year Makes ME F#$%^ng Sad. Top Story - December 2021.
This time of year makes me fucking sad. I know it’s about God and Jesus' birthday or at least that’s what we were told, right? It’s not about Santa Claus and naughty lists, Target Runs, and fancy trees. It’s about consumerism and Black Friday and I hate it.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
In My Spare Time I Find Dead Bodies. Top Story - December 2021.
With a title like that yes, let me clarify. I do a lot of things in my "spare time," outside of my home business when there is any time left over which is usually in the wee hours of the morning or in the evening. I do contract work as a Writer, work on my next books, plan my next art exhibit, do some Life Coaching (I am also a Rec Therapist), while I also do Readings. Not as in the kind at a book launch thought there will be those in the future but the the kind on the intuitive level, for the lack of a better work "psychic readings." I can feel the eye rolling already. It's not my preferred word and though my work at this is fairly low-key it won't always be.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle4 years ago in Confessions
Close to 50k reads, but finding hard to feel happy about it
I’ve been writing on Vocal since the summer of 2017. A lot has changed over the years. Some for the better and some for the worse. I’ve started to get to grips with Vocal, but I still struggle sometimes. I am really surprised and excited to see my total reads go up to this amount. I have a feeling it won’t be long till I reach 50,000 reads. Don’t know when and don’t know how, but I know it’s coming. Im not even sure how or what I will do to celebrate this. To be honest, I don’t really feel like celebrating at the moment.
By Chloe Gilholy4 years ago in Confessions
How Do the Homeless Wash Themselves?
Whenever I drive by the homeless people in tents or covered with thick, dirty blankets under the viaducts and slouching over in the corners of dark streets, I always wonder how they will wash themselves tonight. Most people who are not familiar with how the homeless live, they can easily say, "Oh, they go to homeless shelters to wash!" The answer, my friends, is not that easy. As a former homeless person, I will tell you how difficult it is to even get into a shelter.
By Ji Na Khananisho4 years ago in Confessions
