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In the house, they found Wilhelmina sitting at the kitchen table, one of the old liquor bottles from Kal’s room sitting in front of her. She silently poured a shot and passed it to Kayse who gladly accepted.
Eyes. I look into the mirror, the mirror covered in uneven condensation, and I see a pair of eyes. Double eyelids, shaped like almonds.
Shining a Spotlight on the 2023 Vocal Writing Awards Shortlists
The Vocal Writing Awards concluded earlier this month with a flourish, when we announced the winners here. Now, we are delighted to share with you the incredible shortlisted entries for each category. Passing the muster of the Vocal Curation Team to be shortlisted is no small feat. The entries on this list displayed extraordinary creativity, innovation, and a profound ability to convey emotional resonance through their compositions. Please join us in honoring these entries by giving them some well-deserved reads and comments.
Vocal Creator Chat: 11/28/2023
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A World Apart
How I got here, I can't tell you. Mostly because the memories are vague, but also because it hurts to think about those things.
My Island Dream
I sit in the beach lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling, crystal blue water of the ocean in front of me. Though the waves were inviting me to dive into them, I opted to sit in the chair. Sunbathing suited me better than swimming in the ocean. The waves gently caress the shores; the breeze whispering in my ears.
revelry and request
two hundred words... . what lies between the first and last is just a bit of f l u f f cotton spun white lies woven
Staff gets scared... I dared to visit when I could to get it (a new laptop). Just like I said I would... * Store is surrounded...
I Am Her.
At night I would cry because I believed in the boogyman; Alone I would scream because I stopped believing in you. The fight was not lost, you surrendered,
My 2023 Library
Hey All and welcome to my library!! I have been on Vocal for almost a full 3 years now and have published a little around 100 stories/ pieces of work on here.
No Good Answers
It feels like old times again. James glances over at his wife, grinning as they sing the words to Def Leppard’s song together.
- Supported by: Ollie
More Than Just a Meal: Trusting Ollie's Promise
If you’ve been following our adventures, you'd know that Bruce isn't just your ordinary Golden Retriever. This fluffy bundle of joy is a Field Golden, and trust me, the energy levels are on a completely different scale. As he's maturing into his 9th month, I thought it was the perfect time to share our journey in finding the right nutrition for him.
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
Starting My Story
I was born on a Wednesday… I don’t know if that’s an exciting fact to know about me, but it's very much true. I’ve been told so many times that I should tell my story. I’m just not sure which version everyone wants to hear.
Perception Is Everything
Life is not easy for any of us, for one persons mountain, could be another persons mole hill and visa versa. When dealing with individuals who choose to place the value of monetary wealth over the value of people, I feel incredible pity. No matter what situation you may find yourself in, it is up to you to decide, how that situation, whether good, or bad, will effect you.
Baby steps of the inept won't get you over that edge. Open your eyes, the ones that cry- self-pity crowds that ledge. ~
The End is Nigh
The finish line is in sight. Twenty-four more sleeps until retirement. It seems like only yesterday I expressed my intention to retire.
Who feels the rhythm of life?
My relationship with poetry has always been problematic. Teachers first told me that a poem was a story that rhymed. They later told me that poetry didn't need to rhyme but then they failed to fill in the obvious knowledge gap.
Ripples in Reality
Sometimes I do not know whether my life is a never-ending dream or a heartbreaking reality. On Wednesdays, I feel normal, whatever that normal may be. On Mondays I feel like a villainous imposter sent to destroy everything in my lonely path, yet, come Friday I feel like a beloved victorious hero set to conquer the world for the better, for the good. I feel as if I am both, maybe all, yet equally neither. Some days I feel everything, other days I feel absolutely nothing. Either which when I do, I feel it all entirely and yet, not at all. To remain myself, whomever I may be, I balance delicately between being present, to then dissociating altogether.
A Parent's Heartbreak
My hands are tied, my heart is breaking * as you lie in the ICU. **************************************** I have