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I Should Have Asked For Better
Here is Bab's unofficial challenge piece: *** I kept asking for December because it's the only time I remembered the season matched my state of mind
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 9 days ago in PoetsBeaten by an AI
Wanna know what my most popular story of all time is? Well if we are judging by the number of reads on the Vocal platform it is this one:
Raymond G. TaylorPublished 7 days ago in Writers113 Entanglement Happens
Entanglements are trouble. Yet, we all live in a quantum world where entaglement happens. Like shit happens. It doesn't end at Planck lengths, does it? Quantum rolls uphill for those astute enough to notice.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 10 days ago in FictionThe Meeting Place
The sky is a brilliant topaz blue; not a cloud in sight. There is a gentle breeze warmed by the overhead sun. A faint tinkling sound, like delicate glass windchimes is carried on the breeze.
J. Delaney-HowePublished 10 days ago in PoetsVocal Bonus Leaderboard: 04/24/2024
Welcome to the weekly update of the Leaderboard! We're thrilled to showcase Vocal's most discussed stories, popular picks, and rising stars. Let's dive into this past week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
Vocal TeamPublished 7 days ago in ResourcesIn The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
Lisa VanGalenPublished 9 days ago in FictionEnough
She couldn’t discern the moment it happened; suddenly there was too much air, too much light, too much life. It was too much air for her to breathe.
S.J.Published 12 days ago in ConfessionsTrapped With A Neurodivergent Mind
I did not ask to be this way, to live with the reminder that I am always going to be different. It's like a prison and I'm doing my life sentence.
Angel AdagioPublished 10 days ago in PoetsEncyclopedia of Hours
Time passed slowly here, in this quaint prison. It had once been his grandmother's house. He had lived here as a child, slept on the same rotted mattress. The nicotine stains turned the ivory wallpaper the colour of weak chamomile.
Carly BushPublished 10 days ago in FictionTo the Stars
Evanescence has two faces—but none can be seen. Cast your spells. Do. I won't intervene. Loosen your grip. Lose your head. Let it go.
Losing An Uncle To The FARC In Bogota
[A story told to me over a decade ago by a Colombian immigrant, that I've attempted to put into writing. Any suggestions on how to improve this are very welcome.]
Scott ChristensonPublished 10 days ago in InterviewBefore Sylvester the Cat, there was Sylvester the Dog
Sylvester was a Merrie Melodies canine Sylvester, the Cat, is a beloved Looney Tunes character who debuted in March 1947 in the animated short Life with Feathers. The iconic Mel Blanc once said that he enjoyed voicing Sylvester, one of his favorite characters. The cartoon short that was near and dear to Blanc's heart was Bird's Anonymous which starred the popular cat.
Cheryl E PrestonPublished 10 days ago in GeeksA Fatal Nod
The stench of rotten meat wakes her. Desperately, she tries returning to her nightmares, but sleep again mocks her with its flight.
Kenny PennPublished 8 days ago in FictionTwo Small Bags of Petzels and She Was Gone
The Flight Attendant handed me two small bags of pretzels from her aisle cart and smiled sweetly... ... then was sucked cleanly out through the gaping hole in the bulkhead.
"PERILOUS CLIMB"
PERIOLOUS CLIMB STRUGGLING TO GET BACK TO THE TOP Expressions of struggling and climbing to the top again a perilous journey of being human.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 13 days ago in PoetsIt Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
Gail WyliePublished 12 days ago in Motivationtoo busy to show human compassion
JL's music career on the six is her greatest acting achievement snatching back her husband's tips with nanny's working slave contracts
Chloe GilholyPublished 11 days ago in PoetsThe Instruction
“All sales are final!” the shop keeper yelled after him as the jingle announced his departure from the second-hand shop. He shrugged and felt the leather bomber-jacket gripping his shoulders tightly. It was satisfying.
Brannan K.Published 9 days ago in FictionWinner's Circle: Prompted #3
INTRODUCTION Prompted: #3 is over and done with. There were a total of 7 entries for this challenge, just like with Prompted #2. That was a bit surprising, considering this was a poetry challenge. The first poetry challenge garnered much more attention. Of course, one way to look at the drop in participation is that Vocal writers are not fans of the rondel.
Randy BakerPublished 11 days ago in WritersReaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
Christy MunsonPublished 10 days ago in Fiction