John Cox

Joined January 2021

0 stories

Bio

Family man, grandfather, retired soldier and story teller with an edge.

Achievements (1)

Second Place in Love Unraveled Challenge

Stories (85/0)

Buyer's Remorse
I 'spose it could have been worse for you It should have been far better too You suffered buyer's remorse You wanted to leave me
By John Cox6 days ago in Poets
Damsel Fly Gossamer
Dulcet tones from memory echo far and away, damsel fly gossamer as a summer day. The dream unfolds peaceful as a gentle brook and as unreachable as a star,
By John Cox10 days ago in Poets
The Homecoming. Top Story - July 2024.
At the Midsommar’s dawning, the sun sparkled atop the sea’s silvery surface like watery stars, The sky echoing with the raucous cries of gulls chasing fishing boats tacking out into the cove.
By John Cox21 days ago in Poets
Piercing of the Veil
Let me sing of love - body and soul, Of fair Heloise and Abelard in the Temple Of Knowledge and Truth. ... Let me sing of life - body and soul
By John Coxabout a month ago in Poets
Fortune's Embrace
"Mark you," sayeth he, "At Ayelsford's bloody battle, Flesh and bone feathered cruelly with arrows sharp, My voice cried out loudly to long absent Fortune,
By John Coxabout a month ago in Poets
Time is no more
I liken thee to a midnight dreary, Even though lonely, forlorn evermore. Rough winds shake till thou art weak and weary, December raps at thy chamber door.
By John Coxabout a month ago in Poets
Paul Ozymandias
I met a poet from the British Lands Who said: "I have no truck with all those old cranks, The romantics long dead, their shattered memories lie in state,
By John Coxabout a month ago in Poets
Unexpected Grace. Top Story - June 2024.
I keep my eyes tightly shut for several moments as I try to shake the stinging liquid from my head. But still I open them a little too soon, the burn of the uric acid blurring my gaze with tears. Forgetting that my hands remain bound, I flinch involuntarily when I try to reach up to rub my eyes and my hand and arm fail to move as intended.
By John Cox2 months ago in Fiction
T-Rex Mommie
T-Rex mommie, did you love your babies, Or just leave them in their eggs? Did you rock them in your tiny arms, and kiss their little heads?
By John Cox2 months ago in Poets
A Serious Writer
I have a problem. I want readers on Vocal to take me more seriously than I likely merit. When I read the really good writers on this platform, I am reminded of what serious writing looks like.
By John Cox2 months ago in Writers
Dear Hearts
Ask me in December when the frost sparkles in the branches and the sidewalks are treacherous with blackened ice. Ask me at the end and not in the beginning or the middle this tale. Have patience, dear hearts, give young Janie and Rich a fair chance together before asking will they, or won't they?
By John Cox2 months ago in Fiction
The day I saw the light leave your eyes. Top Story - May 2024.
The day I saw the light leave your eyes, something snapped within me. Something elemental and numbing. As if my environment flattened to black and white.
By John Cox3 months ago in Fiction

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