Friendship
"The Stranger Who Knew My Secret Before I Did"
I first saw him on a Tuesday, sitting at the far end of the park bench — the same one I always went to when I needed to think. The air was cold that day, unusually still. I remember because the trees weren’t rustling, and my thoughts were louder than ever.
By Maaz Ali7 months ago in Confessions
Heartwarming Memory of Love,
The gentle act of giving someone a flower may seem simple, but in reality, it holds the power to symbolize feelings that words often fail to express. The day I gave my first flower to John remains etched in my memory like a beautiful painting that refuses to fade. It was not just a gesture; it was the silent confession of admiration, hope, and a budding affection. This tender moment carried with it a surge of emotions that shaped how I viewed relationships forever.
By Lana Rosee7 months ago in Confessions
He Said He Loved Me, Then Vanished
I still remember the day I met him like it was yesterday. The sky was grey, clouds heavy with rain, and the city seemed cold and lonely. But then he came into my life, like a sudden ray of sunlight breaking through the dark. His smile was warm and honest, and it made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could find love again.
By Shaheer7 months ago in Confessions
My 15 Top Stories
Writing is more than just placing words on a page — it’s a reflection of emotion, thought, struggle, and sometimes, even hope. When I began sharing my stories on Vocal Media, I never imagined the kind of connection and response I would receive from readers around the world. Over time, 15 of my stories rose above the rest, not just in terms of views or reads, but in the depth of conversation and feeling they stirred.
By Ayan khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Climbed Over Fear
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrified of heights. Mortified. Even the thought of standing near a ledge makes my knees do that weird wobble thing. If heaven and hell really are in the sky and underground, I think I know which one I’d rather be closer to—and it’s not because of fire or damnation.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Confessions
The Lion and the Shepherd: A Friendship That Shook the Jungle"
There once was a young shepherd named Kalen, who lived on the edge of a great jungle. He spent his days herding goats and playing his flute under the shade of ancient trees. Life was quiet and simple—until the day everything changed.
By Nimatullah7 months ago in Confessions
Two People Under One Roof.
Riya stood by the window, watching the city bleed into the evening. The sun had long slipped behind the concrete skyline, leaving behind a purple haze that blurred the sharp edges of the buildings. Car headlights flickered below like restless fireflies, weaving through the endless traffic.
By Muhammad Ilyas7 months ago in Confessions
