Interlude
Understanding the Importance of Self-Care: Overcoming Cultural Stigmas and Prioritizing Wellbeing
In a world where the importance of self-care is emphasized through various mediums, from airplane safety announcements to societal pushes for wellness and wellbeing, one might wonder why individuals still struggle to prioritize their own health. The answer lies in a complex interplay of cultural influences and deeply ingrained perceptions of selfishness.
By Abdullah Hussein2 years ago in Chapters
Swami Vivekananda: A Beacon of Light and Inspiration
Swami Vivekananda, whose birth name was Narendranath Datta, was not just a man; he was a guiding light that continues to illuminate the path of millions even long after his passing. Born on January 12, 1863, in Kolkata, India, Vivekananda's life journey was one of profound spirituality, unwavering determination, and boundless compassion.
By Avhishek Agarwal2 years ago in Chapters
Addiction - Chapter III
The stuff… Story will continue, but I want to get back to what happened... It was always fantastic after a difficult day to return to my habit. I could clear my thoughts, prepare myself for certain challenges, and be confident enough to ignore my past.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Chapters
The Waiting (Is The Hardest Part)
Introduction This is for this challenge which you are welcome to enter here I am not sure which community this will drop into. We have Micro Fiction in Vocal but no Micro Truth and this is going to contain a lot of non-fiction items so it won't be in Fiction.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Chapters
Short Reads
Dear Vocal readers, What follows is a short compendium of my works that are four minutes or less for your reading pleasure. For all those times that you want to read something, but are short on time. Please be sure to check back, as the list grows. And thank you for following me on this journey.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
UP The Down Staircase
I shall now narrate a tale of someone who is me, yet not me! All my life, as long as I can remember, I have had the same recurring dream, or nightmare, depending on one's interpretation of the events. I would happily arrive with my parents, who were not my real parents, but my dream parents, at the dark, foreboding, yet starkly beautiful house built on a vast expanse of land. We would somehow arrive at the front door, it would open and my slightly aging, still strikingly beautiful dream aunt would walk hurriedly out, smiling broadly and enveloping us into her warm and welcoming hugs. Her silver-grey hair floated down her shoulders freely, with no restraint or apology, giving her an air of quiet grace and poise as she urgently ushered us her into her home.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
Faucet . First Place in Unspoken Challenge.
(Note: These characters originate from a former short fiction piece of mine titled Grief Spiral. I was very eager to work with this trio again and elaborate on the aftermath of one pivotal moment. Hence, this bonus scene inspired by the 'Unspoken' challenge!)
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Chapters







