Humanity
Foggy Waters
I heard my voice sing it was the first time hearing myself sing. It sounded amazingly beautiful in so much power. It was so professional and developed really strong and I was singing to the song wicked game by daisy gray, but this time my voice sounded like it was catching up to her level. Like I can sing this by myself for a cover too or to another song. I could sing. Maybe I can sing my own writings.
By Fuck Pretty!!4 years ago in Confessions
Anxiety Ridden... Or Maybe Just Dramatic?
You'll probably read the word 'worry' so many times you'll forget what it means by the end of this. I worry a lot actually. I worry about everything. Big things, small things, things that are out of my control, things that are in my control. Being stressed out from worrying has become a HUGE part of my life -- it's routine. At this point, if I'm not stressed out about something by the end of the day I always feel weird. Like I'm missing something or like my day is about to be ruined because I left something important at home. Great! so now I'm worried about not being worried, which is only gonna make me worry more because I'm not worrying. Crazy right?
By Karmen Taylor4 years ago in Confessions
Long Distance Calls Used to Be Expensive, Now It's Only People in Hospitals & Jails Being Ripped Off
I was driving recently and I heard the old Madonna song “La Isla Bonita” on the radio. The song, as many do, immediately triggered a memory from when I was younger. As I sang along with the radio, I could hear my Grandpa’s voice as clear as if he were in the car with me.
By Rose Bak 4 years ago in Confessions
Your Road of Lies
I want to be a writer and that's something that I have always wanted to do. It hasn't changed and it won't. Roughly, a year and a half ago, my sister in law decided she was going to write a book. Why? Because she had wrote something for some class she was taking and the teacher complimented her and what not... take into affect that she was 40 when this happened so she really should know how to write a decent paper. So, she's going to write a book.
By Tuesday Daily4 years ago in Confessions
Goodbye To All My Vocal Friends
Sorry for the clickbait heading , but thought it may catch someone’s eye. No I am not leaving you but I have a nasty demon that tells me when people don’t talk with me , the reason is that they find me boring , obnoxious, or just don’t even notice me. It tells me to leave the groups and completely remove myself from you , unfriend my closest and most loving and supportive contacts and effectively lead myself in limbo.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
On Krav Maga and Fearing the Wrong Things
Author's preface: I first published this piece way back in 2018. Since it does not meet the Vocal 600 word count minimum rule I am adding this preface at the beginning to provide filler material. Typically I do this at the end of one of my many stories that do not meet the 600 word count minimum. I decided to mix things up for this story just because I love wasting my time writing filler material so much that I wanted to make sure everybody who wanted to would have the chance to read it and not click away after seeing "THE END" and not reading the subsequent filler material. And there you have it. What was once a 554 word story that did not meet the word count minimum is now a 600+ word count story that does. What a great use of mine and my reader's time wouldn't you say? Enjoy the story..
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
I’m Having a Quarter-Life Crisis at 23
Yes at 23 I’ve been stressing about where I’m not in life. You know it seems crazy to think that I would feel behind in life but we live in a culture where we have a skewed perception. It took me a while to realize this but I didn’t understand that I was supposed to take social media with a grain of salt. I thought that I had to be the opposite of who I am in order to be whole and complete; I had been isolated my whole life and was awkward as can be. Seeing posts of people living their lives while I stayed in my room took a toll on me. I felt that I was missing out, as much as I tried my hardest to get out of my bubble it didn’t work, I was always behind everyone else.
By Vanessa Sanchez4 years ago in Confessions
Stupid Lucky
I don’t know where we’re going, don’t ask, keep driving up the mountain in the dark... . . . . . It is sometime in the wee hours before sunrise. Eyes closed in a futile attempt at sleep, I can feel the springs inside the mattress of the unfamiliar twin bed, hear them creak when I turn. Far away voices filter in between my drowsy thoughts..
By Natanya Lara4 years ago in Confessions
