Aiden Graham Cole
From writer during childhood to artist as I've aged.
I'm passionate about using both in my storytelling.
Sometimes I illustrate my stories here; check out more at @aidengrahamcole on Instagram
A Eulogy For The Little Girl Who Sacrificed Her Life For Mine
There’s a dull, faraway gnaw that sharpens when I speak of her. It has taken root in my stomach, claiming residence as far upwards as my throat when I attempt to tell her story. Writing is easier, but still, I shrink against the pain.
The Brilliant and Thrilling Art Of Being Monstrous
I’d like to start this by informing you that I’m truly just… unbelievably handsome. Like, mind-numbingly so. Take my word for it. I possess the kind of handsomeness that makes you lose a couple brain cells. You know “Handsome Squidward?” I’m double as handsom —
Allyship: Supporting the Cause When No One's Watching
The other day, I stumbled across a Facebook post in one of the Vocal community groups that moved me so deeply I had to take several minutes to process the wave of feelings that rolled through me. It was a sudden shock to my system, to put it simply; Disappointment, Surprise, Awe, Gratefulness. A cacophony of emotions welled up simply from witnessing the interactions of a dozen or so people who I would consider my peers.
Vocal Creators I'm Loving: 10 Creators I Subscribed To The Moment The Feature Dropped
It's here, and I can't imagine living without it. What was life like yesterday, blissfully unaware of my favorite creators posting into oblivion as I floated through my day? How did I survive, so unfulfilled and oblivious of the brilliance they released on the regular?
Our Little Talks At Four A.M.
She liked to make me wait, staring through the peephole for long, sleepy moments until I’d turn to retreat. Then she would open the door; a smooth, practiced motion that caused her own personal wind to blow back her curls, nearly unseating the careful-placed marigold behind her ear.
The Shark in the Rice Field
It didn’t smell like anything yet, but it would soon; The sun guaranteed it, peeking coyly behind the clouds to gawk at the ruined village below. People were strewn across the rice field in a variety of states; broken bodies that had been crushed by the first impact had been carried miles, while waterlogged citizens lay drowned and limp relatively close by. Deposited, just as Mei Tanaka was, in the center of a field they had never been in before.