Vocal Book Club
"Aliens Invaded and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt"
It was a quiet Tuesday night in Middletown, USA, when the unexpected happened. The sky was clear, stars twinkled, and the air was crisp. I had just settled down on my porch with a cup of chamomile tea when a bright light flashed across the sky, blinding me momentarily. My heart raced as I squinted, trying to make out the source of the light. It seemed to be descending rapidly, straight toward my backyard.
Rasel MahmudPublished about 6 hours ago in BookClubClocking Out of the Supernatural
Chloe wasn't your average thirteen-year-old. Sure, she enjoyed the occasional pop song and had a questionable obsession with glitter, but her true passion lay in the realm of the extraordinary – specifically, unearthing evidence of the supernatural. Her bedroom resembled a cluttered museum of the peculiar: a jar of "ghost breath" (stale air), a collection of "alien antennae" (twisted pipe cleaners), and a framed photo of her neighbor Mr. Johnson (labeled "possible vampire – sleeps all day").
ANNA CORALPublished a day ago in BookClubThe Daughter's Desolation
The unforgiving sun beat down on Eva's back as she trudged across the cracked earth. Her once vibrant green eyes, now dull with exhaustion, scanned the horizon for any sign of life. The once fertile fields of her village lay barren, ravaged by a relentless drought. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion for weeks.
ANNA CORALPublished a day ago in BookClubSilence
Poem that gives me strenght on hard times.. Sometimes, one needs to distance oneself to get closer; sometimes, one needs to remember to be remembered; sometimes, one needs to cry to open up; sometimes, one needs to commemorate to be commemorated. Sometimes, it is necessary to remain silent to hear, for if speaking excessively were beneficial, we would have two mouths and one ear. Therefore, it is essential to listen more and speak less. The brightness of silent can overshadow speech, as both the light of silence and the benefit of speech are concealed within it. I understand that everything that happens eventually falls silent. I understand that silence is profound and majestic. Let our silence speak volumes; let's find a language without words within ourselves, where only the two of us understand the sorrow. My heart, refrain from expressing too much; the more you express, the more your heart swells, making it harder to wait and increasing anxiety. My heart, speak less so our affairs may mature, so no wrongful words may be uttered in the sight of truth. My heart, remain silent like the letter 'alif'; spring is almost here. Endure, my heart, like the unseen waves within the sea; if there were any other solution besides waiting, believe me, it wouldn't stop you. But there is no other remedy; even medicine doesn't take effect without waiting, and flowers don't bloom before their time. My heart, remain silent until distant paths converge, until relief comes after distress, until our faces are moistened with tears of relief. My heart, trust in the decree of your Lord until it is realized, until your portion reaches you, until those who haven't received theirs understand that they have no master. My heart, remain silent until you see his coming, until you realize that pain turns into sweetness, until you see that his heart is tied to yours with the knot of love. My heart, remain silent until reasons emerge, until excuses fade away, until our destinies become intertwined. Despite all these silences, have faith that everything happens for the best. So, my heart, let every silence be an answer, let every silence be a testament to patience, faith, and love. Let silence be the balm to my wounds, as deep as the innermost cry of my heart, heard only by those who truly listen. Let silence speak, and may the mercy of Shams Tabrizi be upon us.
Batuhan AkkusPublished a day ago in BookClubReview of Mrs. Rochester's Ghost
Jane is a writer for a small cable network show. When the show is canceled, her friend, Otis, invites her to come to California to tutor the daughter of a very wealthy man. Jane agrees and meets Evander Rochester's daughter, Sophia, age thirteen. Sophia's mother went on a relief trip to Africa and dies from a peanut allergy, and Evan finds out he is Sophia's father. He has no relationship with the girl and knows nothing about being a father. Jane is to tutor the girl in her studies, mainly in French, and to care for the dogs on the estate.
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 days ago in BookClubFlight of the Phoenix Weaver
Asala, with eyes the color of twilight and hair like spun moonlight, was a weaver's daughter, her life as intricately woven as the tapestries her father crafted. Her nimble fingers, though small, possessed an uncanny talent, whispering stories into silk and dreams into wool. Every thread held a memory, every knot a whispered tale. But fate, a fickle weaver itself, decided to unravel Asala's life with a cruel twist. A raging storm at sea claimed her fragile vessel, leaving behind only a half-finished tapestry depicting a magnificent phoenix rising from a pyre of crimson flames.
ANNA CORALPublished 2 days ago in BookClub## Princess Tiara and the Whispering Waterfall
Princess Tiara loathed tiaras. The heavy jewels dug into her scalp, their sparkle a constant reminder of the gilded cage her life felt like. Unlike her sisters, who dreamt of balls and eligible suitors, Tiara yearned for adventure, for tales whispered on dusty scrolls and maps crinkled with the touch of explorers. The library, not the rose garden, became her sanctuary. There, with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed whispers of forgotten knowledge, Tiara felt truly alive.
ANNA CORALPublished 2 days ago in BookClub**The Day the Eagle Stole My Hot Dog**
**The Day the Eagle Stole My Hot Dog** It was a perfect summer afternoon at the park, the kind where the sun glinted off the lake, and the smell of freshly cut grass mingled with the scent of sizzling hot dogs from the nearby vendor. My friends and I had gathered for our annual picnic, a cherished tradition since our high school days. We laid out our blankets, set up the grill, and unleashed an arsenal of snacks that would have fed a small army.
Rasel MahmudPublished 3 days ago in BookClubRavana and His Lanka
Ravana, the multi-headed demon king from the epic Ramayana, is a figure shrouded in complexity. Venerated as a powerful scholar and ruler in some traditions, he's also reviled for his act of abducting Sita, wife of Lord Rama. Understanding Ravana necessitates a deeper look into his magnificent kingdom, Lanka, and the paradoxical legacy he left behind.
"Discover the World's Quirky Tales: Peculiar Microhistories Await Part II"
1. Smile Stealers: The Fine and Foul Art of Dentistry" by Richard Barnett invites readers on an immersive journey through the fascinating and often chilling history of dentistry. With meticulous attention to detail and a flair for storytelling, Barnett peels back the layers of time to reveal the intricate tapestry of dental practices, from ancient civilizations to the cutting-edge techniques of modern dentistry.
Akale MandunduPublished 8 days ago in BookClub"Discover the World's Quirky Tales: Peculiar Microhistories Await"
1. In "On Lighthouses" by Jazmina Barrera, skillfully translated by Christina MacSweeney, readers embark on an expansive voyage that transcends the physical realm of these iconic maritime sentinels and delves deep into the realms of history, literature, and personal introspection. Barrera's exploration of lighthouses goes beyond mere admiration; it is a profound meditation on the human condition, the passage of time, and the quest for meaning in an ever-changing world.
Akale MandunduPublished 8 days ago in BookClubWhisper in the Woods
We are introduced to the main character and the circumstances they usually find themselves in. It’s important to establish the baseline of their ordinary life and the world they occupy before delving into the heart of the story. To make justice possible, the main character must get new knowledge. The process of learning involves a change within oneself, which can be achieved. The coveted object the protagonist has been seeking is unveiled as evil or damaging.
K. FrizzellPublished 8 days ago in BookClub