E.K. Daniels
Bio
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
Stories (159/0)
- Top Story - February 2024
My 2024 Game Plan on Vocal: From Sporadic Scribbler to Consistent Creator
As the clock struck midnight this New Year’s Eve, a thought struck me: despite our diverse backgrounds, traditions, and stories, we are all bound by a universal Truth: the passage of time. Around the world, New Year's celebrations reflect this shared experience, each with its own unique flavor. In the US, ringing in the new year is all about the glittering ball drop and that countdown to a hopeful kiss. Meanwhile, in Spain, you'll find folks with 12 grapes at hand, hoping for 12 months of luck in the year ahead. These traditions, while unique, point toward the new year as one of opportunity, wherever you are in the world.
By E.K. Daniels3 months ago in Confessions
The Mirage of the Hourglass
I suppose I should start at the beginning, given this is where we are, but I'm at my end. Or at least I think I am... Time is a funny thing. It always seems to stretch on for ages when you're young. Days at school last for an eternity, but recess lasts for merely a millisecond. A blink, and it's gone. I remember I used to come home from school with wishes for milk and cookies, only to remember that those were the dreams of other children. Dreams weren't meant for me. If I was lucky, I’d fumble with a can opener for a few minutes before seeking repreive. The plight of the left-handed.
By E.K. Daniels5 months ago in Fiction
Eating From Your Tree of Knowledge
T/W: references to sexual and physical assault, narcissistic abuse I used to swim in the seas of my senses. My waters would ebb and flow with the tides, in sync with the moon and her cycles. My ocean was full of unexplored terrain, eager to be explored.
By E.K. Daniels5 months ago in Fiction
Antiquaressence
Portobello Road was one of her favorite places on Earth. The maze of cobblestone streets peppered with tourists promised hidden treasure if you were patient enough to go hunting. The rules were simple. Avoid said tourists at almost all costs. They usually opted for the neat stalls, all the finds deftly organized in the windows, beckoning in more hopeless saps. Suckers.
By E.K. Daniels6 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - November 2023
What Are Neologisms?Top Story - November 2023
One of the many things I like about writing on Vocal is that it urges me to write. Each week or month comes with a fresh set of challenges, which serve as a nice amuse bouche for this writer’s palate which can be prone to writer’s block. ‘Neolomicro’ is a particularly fun one, again offering small bites of inspiration for an easily distracted mind.
By E.K. Daniels6 months ago in Writers