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Validation Is Not An Outside Thing
Hey Baby, Can we start by taking a second to celebrate the fact that you are here today? Yes! For some of us, it’s a small victory on life that we get to claim every time we wake up. You and I both know we haven’t always wanted to be here. Choosing to stay is a victory. So, congratulations but also thank you! If you are anything like me at your age, I know you are rolling your eyes, right now. But give me a second. It’s a little sappy—I’m aware—but I believe that at every point in life, we all have something to contribute. It doesn’t have to be huge. It can be a simple word to a person who needs to hear it at that very moment. So there you go.
By Lily Séjor12 days ago in Pride
Winnie the Pooh
I have shared four children's books written by A.A. Milne and his very best friend. He wrote all these stories for his son Christopher Robin. Winnie the Pooh is also known as Edward Bear or as Christopher Robin sometimes called him Silly Old Bear. There are some friendships real and imaginary that last a lifetime and this friendship is one of them.
By Mark Graham11 days ago in Critique
Introducing Saved Stories and Homepage Story Feed
Community is the heart of Vocal, and today we are excited to introduce some new updates that are all about supporting each other, fostering deeper connections and relationships, and improving your reading experience.
By Justin @ Vocal11 days ago in Resources
Distant shores
The entire city felt the heatwave break in the night, as did the birds. The gulls started to pick up despite the hour; closer to morning than evening. Sheets lay unused on the floor, tossed from the bed so as not to touch her skin as it sweltered. Languidly she migrated from the bed to the window, draping herself on the thick ledge and letting the cool air melt over her naked body. A sigh of relief escaped her.
By Skye Moffett14 days ago in Fiction
The AI Attack on Humanity
This dream haunted me for years. It seemed like I couldn't go not even one night without this same dream. Sometimes, something new would happen but the little boy was always with me. I still cannot figure out who he was. Perhaps he was my son in a past life?
By Julie Stull16 days ago in Fiction