Karen Madej
Bio
Vocal is where I share my life and fictional stories. [email protected]
Stories (23/0)
Sarah and Billie share pasta from a baby bath with their handsome Italian chefs
The miles of porticoes that shaded the trio as they walked around the city meant they didn’t burn to a crisp. Three alabaster-skinned English girls with blonde hair. The Italian sun would have roasted them like freshly plucked chickens on a spit.
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Fiction
On a train to Bologna, Italy, Sarah found she could sleep in a corridor balanced on her backpack
Shaz had fallen asleep on the ride to the campsite from the swimming pool in Christchurch. Sarah watched as Dad carried her sister’s limp body to the neighbors. Meanwhile, the furious sky cracked and flashed bright tendrils.
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Wander
Prime Viewing
Although the enslaved scientist wanted to help his fellow servants, his mind divined no solution. The relentless pursuit of pleasure by the Primes ruled his life. In their self-centered intolerance to the more general human condition, however, the elite females reveled.
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Fiction
Strange Happenings on the Bus
If I stretch my leg a little further, uh a little more, that’s right, come to me. Phew, got it. Why are these rows of seats so darn close together? I hope I don’t break my neck reaching for it after I’ve put my hip out to drag it out from under. Urgh, gotcha you shy little … what have we here then?
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Futurism
Gentle Souls Shed Your Burdens
You feel the weight of your family, friends, and complete strangers pressing down on your back, their thoughtless words clamouring in your head. The muscles of your shoulders and neck bulge with pent up tension. The acid in your belly roils with the anxiety of another day of other people's problems and their treatment of you. Your hard-wired programming demands you to fix them and their problems.
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Motivation
Why Am I Not Grateful?
When my mother, who I was estranged from for twenty-eight years, said she’d rather leave her house to me than my sister I must admit I was tempted to grab her in a bear hug and dance around the room with her! Yet, I stopped to consider my younger sister, who is both poor at keeping in touch and won’t have much of a pension due to spending twenty-two years of her life not working at the behest of her controlling baby daddy. I too, in the past, have been hopeless at remembering close family birthdays, and friends’ birthdays stood even less chance of being remembered. I try harder these days.
By Karen Madej3 years ago in Families