Helana Campling
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Vocal Writing Aspirations
My writing aspirations on Vocal for this year is to increase my usage of the platform, not just completing the challenges but also reading and commenting on other creators’ stories. This past year I have not completed many challenges, or I have done a draft but not submitted the story within the time allowed for that challenge, time management is something I need to work on this year. It can be difficult to manage my own time as I work as a home carer and do shift work and can be working all day and I also have my little girl to look after as well.
By Helana Campling4 months ago in Motivation
I did it
If walls could talk, I committed murder. I did. I called out for help, but no help came. Nobody can hear me I have no voice or mouth. I would have rung for help but I have no limbs either. All I could do was watch her die. Have you ever watched anybody die? It isn’t like it is in the movies. There is no shouting, gasping, wailing, or begging. Death is quiet. A slight whimper every so often but it’s just quiet. I prayed and I begged for her to get up. Her friends were here Caleb and Josh, they saw what happened. They had mouths, voices, and limbs. They did not call for help. Caleb said ‘Oh shit’ with his mouth wide open, eyes as wide as saucers, face as pale as plaster and ran out the door as fast as his lower limbs could move. Josh was silent, his lips thin and eyes laser focused on her body, as if he forgot how to use his voice and slowly moved towards the door. I shouted at him to help but he didn’t hear me. Called after them but they still left. I’m so angry with them.
By Helana Camplingabout a year ago in Fiction
Jerry
As I walk pass well wishers they lowered their voices to a slight murmur and nodded in my direction with a slight smile. I nod in return without a smile. Mrs Nelson and Mrs Burton were among the well wishers. They know my loss, they know what I am going through. Mrs Nelson lost her husband ten years ago and they had been together over 40 years and Mrs Burton has lost two of her husbands both to cancer. Maybe I should have stopped to chat and thanked them for coming but I just really want to be alone. I will have to get used to being alone. It was just me and Jerry, 'just the two of us' he would say with a laugh. We married but never had children, we did not want them. Lot of our friends and family said that we would change our minds but we didn't, we were happy with just each other. Jerry was so funny, he made me laugh everyday I was with him.
By Helana Campling2 years ago in Fiction