humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Turning a New Leaf
If there ever came a time when someone asks me what my life was like growing up or what would be the most pivotal event, I honestly wouldn’t know how to answer. So, when this challenge went live, I read the requirements, wondered what I would talk about then decided it wasn’t for me. Thinking back nothing stood out to me as awe-inspiring, drastic or as the challenge puts it ‘coming-of-age’. But I thought about it overnight, and came to the decision that as plain as I see my life, what would it hurt to tell others?
By Jasmine S.4 years ago in Journal
From the "Old Barn" to the "Pear Tree"
I recall checking the Challenges section of Vocal.media one day with raised eyebrows; a multitude of new challenges were listed. “Summer Fiction Series” - 8 challenges in as many weeks. Top prize in each was $5,000.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)4 years ago in Journal
Dishonor
“Kim and I are seeing each other and were in love. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” Jake said. “You’re a liar Kim would never do that to me, why would you want to hurt me like this.” I screeched. “There was a long pause. “I’m sorry I wanted to tell you before but she didn’t want to hurt you, call her and ask; she’ll tell you.” he said “That’s my best friend. She would never do that, why do you hate me so much that you’d lie on her.” I hung up the phone enraged. My thoughts raced 1000 miles per hour. Why would he do this to me we were no longer together but why befriend me and act as if he cared about a friendship, all to take another stab at me as if the break up hadn’t hurt me before. It had been more than a year and yet the sting or rejection still slightly lingered. I wanted the friendship I guess, but truth be told Kim had been spending the last year pushing us both in each other lives feeding me the idea he still wanted to be with me. Now here I’m sitting with my head spinning in confusion. All from a few text and a call between my only two friends in the middle of my work day. I was sick to my stomach on why he wanted to destroy me or my friendship for that matter. What if anything had I done to this guy?
By Laquell Gashi4 years ago in Journal
Escape into the secret passage
An escape is important part of finding happiness in a troubled home. There wasnt much in the 80’s for a child to do other than drive into a book filled with fantastical creatures and hope for a better future. I would spend hours reading these books with the hopes of being pulled into the story like the tale of The Never Ending Story.
By Sarah urffer4 years ago in Journal
Your expertise is boring! - It Doesn't mean anybody isn't Good.
I see your lips persuading, but all I notice by the ear is Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I remember as formerly known it's now not what you need to pay regard to, however spotless, in sheathing you are a public speaker, penman, symbolical, or other “expert” I see being interviewed through the advice media, your intelligence truly isn't very pleasing. Facts are ten cents-a-twelve, and yours is not unmatched.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam5 years ago in Journal
REFLECTION25
Growing up, I was the kid that always got the prophetic word. Like dang... Can I just be on the organ/keyboard and enjoy watching people scream and fall out?! Noooo, not me. I just know I've gotten about a million words about my music, my calling in life, and even words about me being born. This was no easy childhood life to live. I felt like I had to live up to a certain expectation. Not that anyone put them on me, it was just the fact of always being singled out in my family. From being called "the chosen one" and "superstar" so much, I felt like I had to deliver. That my friends... caused a lot of thought patterns that I was unaware of until I was put in a position to live on my own and make decisions for myself like I really wanted to. When this started happening, I was 22 years old. So what was my childhood like? All I can share with you is what I remember. It was sort of all a flash, but there were some very significant moments that I just can't forget.
By Anthony Fisher5 years ago in Journal
DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCES, FUNERAL DIRECTORS ARE EVERYDAY, NORMAL PEOPLE TOO
Yeah, I’m different. You’re different. We’re all different. We as humans are different in our cultures, in our beliefs, in our race and in our lives. And yet, we’re one in the same. We all have one life to live. We are all given the same world, the same breaths. Maybe our circumstances are different, and we certainly deal with said circumstances differently; but we’re still human. We still bleed, we still cry, we still feel. We still lead the life that we lead on our own accord.
By Noah Watry5 years ago in Journal
I Would Like Refund Please
I don’t know what's going on. I can feel myself starting to panic. Waiting for the confrontation. Dreading the inevitable that is about to happen. This war that is about to start. I know what's coming my way. The yelling and slamming of doors.
By Jasmine Harris5 years ago in Journal
Finding Peace
I heard her tiny body hit the wall before he slammed shut the bathroom door, and a cry that sounded more like that of a child, then that of an 8 pound dog. It pierced through the wall that separated us, and through my heart which was beating out of sync and out of tune; beating a rhythm of terror and despair, ancient, formidable, daunting. My stalker was now in my home, raping me. And all I could hear was my heart beat, his rancid breathing, and my little dog’s sudden silence.
By Piper Monique Dellums5 years ago in Journal
