Luna Vani

Joined November 2025

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I gather broken pieces and turn them into light

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Sentence I Kept Avoiding
The sentence had been sitting there for three weeks. Not unfinished—worse. Almost finished. A blinking cursor waited at the end of a line that felt too honest to touch. Every time I opened the document, my eyes slid past it like it was dangerous. I adjusted margins. I reread earlier paragraphs. I told myself I was “warming up.”
By Luna Vani19 days ago in Writers
Two Minutes
I didn’t rebuild my life with discipline. I rebuilt it with two minutes. That’s the part people don’t like to hear. They want transformation to sound heroic—early mornings, iron will, dramatic turning points. Mine started on a random afternoon, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a wall that felt like it had been closing in for months.
By Luna Vani22 days ago in Motivation
Update That Rewrote Me
I changed a single line of code. Just one. It was 2:17 a.m., the hour where logic blurs and coffee stops working. The office was empty except for the hum of servers and the quiet confidence of someone who thought they were in control. The bug had been haunting our system for weeks — a subtle inefficiency, a delay no user could explain but everyone could feel.
By Luna Vani22 days ago in Fiction
The Moment Reality Blinked
Reality paused. Not slowly, not gently—like a buffering wheel or a fading sound—but instantly, as if someone had slammed their palm against the universe and said, Stop.
By Luna Vani22 days ago in Fiction
Almost Quit
I stood one step away from giving up. Not dramatically. Not with tears or a speech prepared. Just quietly—like someone pausing at the edge of a sidewalk, unsure whether to cross or turn back.
By Luna Vani24 days ago in Motivation
Wrong Answers
I failed the test. But I questioned the system. That curiosity changed everything. The paper came back face-down, like a body you already know is yours. Red ink bled through the thin white sheet, loud enough to feel public. A number sat at the top—too low to defend, too final to argue with. Around me, chairs scraped, conversations sparked, relief and disappointment traded places in whispers.
By Luna Vani24 days ago in Education
Blank Page
The page scared me. Not because it was empty— but because it knew what I was hiding. It waited without blinking. No judgment. No impatience. Just a wide, pale silence that reflected me better than any mirror ever had. I could lie to people. I could curate conversations, soften memories, sharpen excuses. But the page? The page didn’t ask questions. It simply asked me to be honest.
By Luna Vani24 days ago in Writers
House That Held Me
“The house had no doors — but it trapped me anyway.” I remember the moment I noticed it. I had been walking along the old, overgrown lane, the kind that seemed to breathe beneath your feet. The house appeared at the end, though I had no memory of it being there before. Its walls were pale, almost glowing in the fading light, and windows gaped like hollow eyes. Something about it felt alive.
By Luna Vani25 days ago in Horror
The Gallery of Almosts
That thought hits me every time I step into my studio. It smells of paint thinner, old paper, and dreams I once had but never fully realized. Around me, unfinished canvases lean against the walls like ghosts of ambition. Some are half-sketched, others nearly complete—but none are whole.
By Luna Vani25 days ago in Art
Hope Is Heavy When You Carry It Alone
Hope isn’t a spark. It isn’t a light that lifts you off your feet. It is a weight. A stubborn, unyielding burden that presses against your shoulders whether you want it or not. I learned this early, in small doses at first—little moments that should have been easy, but weren’t.
By Luna Vani25 days ago in Motivation
The Ghostwriter's Ransom
I have spent the last decade being the voice of people who have nothing to say. I am a professional ghostwriter. If you’ve walked through an airport bookstore in the last five years, you’ve seen my work. You just haven’t seen my name. I’ve written memoirs for starlets who can’t spell "autobiography," and "thought leadership" books for CEOs who haven’t had an original thought since 1998.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Confessions
Anxiety Nobody Sees
No one ever asks about the quiet ones. They ask about the loud pain—the grief that cries in public, the anger that breaks things, the sadness that wears its face openly. But the anxiety that behaves itself, that shows up on time and smiles politely, is rarely questioned. It learns early how to stay invisible.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Psyche