Rene Volpi
Bio
I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)
Stories (82/0)
To Vocal With Love
First things first: Congratulations on the #200!! >To Vocal for placing them and to all the participants. There are so many talented writers here that keeping up with the volume is tricky. There's so much great work exhibited that it's impossible to read everyone's posts. But we try. The challenges are excellent and exciting. I'm not the only member looking for new ones opening up. Although not new, the concept has the most exciting subjects. It makes it easy to take part in them and have a great time doing so.
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Motivation
Please, Don't Leave Me Alone
(Cont.) Blurb from the previous episode: Markus was the most wanted college student in this prestigious academy, studying physics. He was the apple of most girls' eyes and a top stud. He was, by all standards of today's society, living the life. But then, at the school cafeteria, he met Althea, a woman who would turn his world upside down.
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Futurism
The Emergency Problem of the Abortion Issue
It’s 2024. We shouldn’t be where we are, discussing the abortion issue this late in the game. We are allowing politics to manipulate an aspect of women’s health that they shouldn’t wish to have, deciding what happens to them, their bodies, and now, their lives in an emergency situation.
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Critique
- Top Story - December 2023
An Extraordinary LifeTop Story - December 2023
"Every Breath You Take" is the name of a song, but it could be a poem, a recitation, or the beginning of a letter. Say we have to do an exercise about it. Who decides what to write? Is it us, the brain cells, or the neurotransmitters in the brain?
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Journal
Ay, Luxembourg...
It was the year 1989. We disembarked from our charter plane and couldn't believe how cold it was. The customs in the Luxembourg airport gave us 45 minutes to get out of their hair and out of their country. They couldn't believe we had no visa, money, or ticket out.
By Rene Volpi 5 months ago in Poets