Autobiography

Steps of Liberation : Paths to Wholesome Freedom - Part 5
She was surviving, not living - until healing showed up in red lipstick, quiet prayers, and belly laughs. This is a story of becoming whole, one small act at a time.
By Yvey Essen6 months ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation: Path to Wholesome Freedom - Part 4
A raw, faith-filled reflection on how worship, scripture, and intimate trust in God carried me through divorce, grief, and cultural silence. Discover what it means to find divine strength in the fire.
By Yvey Essen6 months ago in Chapters
The Rise of Artificial Intelligence: How Machines Are Changing Our World
Imagine someone showing you a video in which you appear to be doing something—but you know with absolute certainty that you were never there. What if someone sends you a photo of a person claiming to be themselves, and it looks completely real, but that person doesn’t exist at all? Or you upload a picture of your late grandfather into an app, and it starts talking back in his voice and style. These may sound like scenes from a sci-fi movie, but they are very real—and powered by one thing: Artificial Intelligence (AI).
By Taimoor Khan7 months ago in Chapters
The Joy Of Socks
Introduction This is a piece that came up on my blog from twelve years back. I thought it was quite humorous, but to post in the Vocal community, it needs to be six hundred words, and this was only about a hundred and eighty words, so what can I do?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Chapters
Idiopathic Idiot
Oiy, I must be hungover. But it was just one little wine cooler—I shouldn’t be hungover. My eyes are killing me, though. Look left, and it stabs. Look right, and it stabs. Up and down stab, too. There’s a dull ache behind them. It hurts so bad, I’m thinking about calling into work. On a scale of one to ten, I’d give it a solid seven. Anything above a six for me is pretty bad. What’s a ten? A ten means I’m in the hospital.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
Idiotopathic Idiot
My heart is jittery, hands sweaty as I hold the roughed-up green folder that’s barely holding it together and filled to the brim with my life story. My one in one-hundred-thousand in one-hundred-thousand story. Tears pool in my eyes, blurring my vision. Naturally, my head hurts. There’s pain in the back of it, behind my eyes, and my ears are ringing.
By Elizabeth Smith7 months ago in Chapters
The Door I Almost Didn’t Open: A Moment That Changed Everything
1. The Silence Before the Storm There are moments in life that arrive without fireworks. They don’t announce themselves with thunder or flashing lights. They come quietly—so softly, in fact, that you barely notice the weight they carry. Mine came on a rainy Tuesday afternoon in a small, suffocating town where nothing ever changed and dreams were buried under the rubble of routine.
By Motivate4universe7 months ago in Chapters
The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle7 months ago in Chapters
"The Way You Said Goodbye"
The Way You Said Goodbye You didn’t cry. That’s what I remember most. Not the words. Not the silence that followed them. Just the way you folded your hands and smiled as though you were smoothing over something fragile—a paper bird, maybe, or the final page of a letter no one would ever read.
By SHAYAN7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
A Magical Shift Toward a New Self
Something changed last night. Not just in the wind or the quiet hum of the night sky, but in something deeper. A subtle realignment.
By The Thought Mirror7 months ago in Chapters