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In the summer of 1980, my heart was slowly mending from a seven-month-long love affair that went up in flames and fireworks, Fatal Attraction style without the bunny stew. There were no emotions that were not plumbed to their depths throughout those months, love, passion, lust, envy, jealousy, fury, misery, anguish, and regret.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Confessions
I Miss Running OR How Did I turn 40?
*I had almost forgot about this song from around 2004 I reckon. A young New Zealand group. Remember that feeling as a kid of running your brains out!?
By Grz Colm2 years ago in Confessions
I Have A Problem With My Writing On Vocal
Introduction Last December (2022) I published (slightly early) by thousandth Vocal post which you can read here. Now that had taken me 21 months to do so I expected to hit two thousand posts towards the end of December 2024, but, here's the problem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
My Outlet
My reasons for writing on Vocal are probably not the same as everyone else's. I don’t just post on Vocal to enter the contests. Nor do I write just for the views or the comments. I’m actually writing for my mental and emotional health.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Confessions
My Vocal hits 1000 reads??
I started on Vocal a couple of years ago and, after a week, decided to jump off. However, upon returning and diving into my writing career, I invested in Vocal Plus; this decision alone ignited a drive to write more. By writing more, I am sharing and learning more as well. I'm making friends with people I never thought possible on this platform.
By Jazzy 2 years ago in Confessions
Vocal Story #1500
Introduction I started writing on Vocal on April the 17th 2021 twenty seven months ago with the story below taken from my Seven Days In Blog.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
On Writing On Vocal
Introduction These are just some observations on how I write and get ideas, I know everyone has their own path, but this is just how I do things and hopefully may give ideas to others who read this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Conversations with Myself
"Children see magic because they look for it." -Christopher Moore I think as adults we spend a lot of time reflecting upon our childhoods. I know I do, especially while raising my two young children. I love shaping their little worlds. All I want to do is be a better parent, every day that is the goal that I work towards. I have learnt a lot from my past, after all it is the best teacher.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹3 years ago in Confessions
Thank you, Everyone!
I want to confess something. I've had quite an emotional rollercoaster of a week. Internally, that inner voice in me has been kicking my butt for past mistakes, horrible actions and bad decisions. This is a regular occurrence, but this week I felt it more. Everyday I am learning more about myself and the way I have been and the way I want to be, but it's been quite a struggle at times.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Confessions
Preferring The Dream
Introduction This is from a Seven Days In post that is getting a bit of traction about dreams and other things and I thought it was worth sharing as a bit of a Vocal confession.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
How Vocal Has Changed My Life
Introduction Yesterday it was raining hard and I was working from home. By about four o'clock I was feeling like I had been beaten with iron bars, every bone was aching. Unusually, I never left the house until I went out for a takeaway pizza after work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Shaped by the Sea
I gaze down at the endless sea of shells that blanket the searing hot sand. Purple ones, striped ones, ones that are cracked into thousands of jagged pieces that pierce the bottom of my blistered feet. Thousands of beach-goers like myself will soon pulverize them into the sand upon which they lie. A fate much like our own, I suppose. Ground to dirt by newer generations, by the future. If you let it, the thought can be one of comfort. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
By Lexie Robbins3 years ago in Confessions