Rebecca is a published writer and author for Torture Realm Entertainment.
Making Money On Vocal
I have seen lots of people questioning the validity of Vocal. I watched a video on Youtube where a man was trashing the platform, claiming that in five years he had only acquired a little more than thirty cents. This seems to be a real issue that people are seeking an honest answer to. I wanted to share my experience with you about Vocal and hopefully give you a little bit of hope.
The Undiscovered Ocean
Admittedly, I have always had a fear of the unknown. Although I love open water I can't help but wonder just exactly what might be hiding beneath. We all know that there are parts of the ocean that has yet to be discovered. "What might be hiding down there?" Giant, atrocious monsters that humanity has yet to detect? Shipwrecks from long ago, trapped souls never to be found, lost forever in a watery tomb? Entire civilizations that were drowned and forgotten about?
Magic of The Past
I sometimes miss my childhood days. The summer evenings beneath the orange sunset sky chasing lightning bugs. The spring days, spending hours in the field searching for four-leaf clovers. Fall, looking for witches and spooky ghosts around every dim corner. Most of all I miss Christmas time when my granny would come to visit for an entire week. I still remember the sound of her 1964 Ford Fairlane, which was the most exciting clamor and clangor in the whole wide world.
The Haunted Mystery Box
I recently joined the notorious internet craze and ordered a Haunted Mystery Box. The reviews we're eccentric and enigmatic to say the very least. My curiosity was heightened and I found myself entering my payment information before I had entirely thought the situation through.
My grandparents had been married for 60 years. It was one of those storybook romances that we all read and dream about. Grandma's health was fading fast, the doctors had already informed the family that we should begin making her final arrangements. We all knew that when she was gone our grandfather would soon follow.
A Daughters Plea
Sometimes I feel like wrapping the pieces of my heart up in a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper and sending it to the very person who broke it over and over again. Attached would be this note:
Growing Up With My Son
I was eighteen years old when I gave birth to my first son. In many ways, I was still a child myself when he came into my life.
The Pariah & The Secret Admirer
Ella was a loner, the misfit who just couldn’t fit in with the crowd. She didn’t mind being solitary, although it wasn’t by choice. She had dealt with segregation for her entire life. As hard as she tried, people just were not attracted to her. She had never been on her first date. She didn’t get invited to the prom and she had never experienced her first kiss. She tried not to dwell on the things that she had never been able to fulfill. She had a nice job at L&L Publishing Company and a comfortable life, that’s really all that she needed. She also had four cats waiting for her to return home, they always made her smile.