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Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is . Top Story - January 2026.
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 27 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 3
The maths teacher, he tried to speak with my father then back. Nothing came good of that! Quite the contrary. So latter, when he, my father, moved in a small city, where i went further to another high school, and he put me out, i had the occasion or the luck, to ''land '' at the door of my cousin and her brother, after 1 am in the night! I had a small luggage. And trembling from fear and cold! Her brother was married with 2 children there and his sister in 2 rooms. Somehow, there was found a place for me! I will not tell you the reason my father throw me out. Or maybe I should?
By CA'DE LUCE27 days ago in Confessions
The Shadow Manifesto: Search for Meaning. Content Warning.
"What did I do wrong, papa? I don't understand why you are beating me. For what? It hurts. I am just 7 years old. . ." "This hurts me more than it hurts you, my son. You must learn to take pain like a man for that is what life is about. So stop crying. Don't be a cry baby. Be a man."
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS27 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own - Part 2
During elementary school, we sometimes had to move. For entire seasons. Entire school semesters. When the drought came one year, a bird disease also appeared. Grandma, one of the most famous breeders in our village, for birds, chickens, and geese, lost everything! And we lost the peace of of mind for the next day. We had to move to another village. Near our Aunt, sister of my father.
By CA'DE LUCE27 days ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Rebels
History often celebrates kings, generals, and revolutionaries whose names echo through time. Their statues stand tall, their victories recorded in textbooks, their speeches quoted in classrooms. But behind every great movement were countless individuals whose courage never made headlines. They were the quiet resistors, the unseen fighters, the forgotten rebels.
By Aiman Shahid27 days ago in Confessions
The Porous Rock 🪨
I have always prided myself on being a rock. Strong. Rock solid. Tough as stone. This pride was never about ego. It was about survival. Strength became my language early on, learned through necessity and reinforced by circumstance. I learned that to endure meant to harden, that softness was a liability, that being unmovable was the same thing as being safe. A hard exterior kept me upright when everything else felt uncertain. Being solid meant being dependable. Being dependable meant being worthy.
By Saiydaa Hayes27 days ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane27 days ago in Confessions
Finding Your Voice in a World That Talks Over You
There is a quiet kind of frustration that comes with feeling unheard. It happens in meetings when your idea is ignored, only to be praised when someone else repeats it. It happens in families where your opinions are brushed aside. It happens online when louder voices drown out thoughtful ones. In a world that often rewards volume over value, finding your voice can feel like a battle you never signed up for.
By Aiman Shahid28 days ago in Confessions
They Said Girls Don’t Do That. Turns Out We Always Have
There was a moment on my social media feed recently that felt small and huge at the same time. A woman on video leaned in and said, half joking, half reverent, “When the enemies finally become lovers and no one’s home.” There was a soft buzzing sound underneath the audio. Anyone who understood it understood it immediately. Anyone who didn’t was about to learn. The comment section exploded. Women laughing, women nodding, women confessing, women admitting, women asking, “Wait… we’re allowed to do that?” Like they needed permission. Like someone had to sign it off. Like there had ever been a rulebook handed out in the first place.
By No One’s Daughter29 days ago in Confessions
The Last Receipt in My Wallet
I didn’t mean to keep the receipt. It was supposed to be trash, like all the others. A thin strip of paper from a corner grocery store, printed so lightly the ink was already fading. Milk. Bread. Two apples. Total: $4.83. The date sat quietly at the top, like it wasn’t important. But somehow, it ended up folded into my wallet, tucked behind my ID, where it stayed long after the milk went sour and the apples disappeared.
By Salman Writes29 days ago in Confessions
