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Write Here, Write Now: The Reunion by Megan Anderson
Swipe left, swipe right- it’s a match. Settle in at a wine bar back table for a Tinder date that’s doomed from the start. Meg Anderson’s take on a classic revenge tale won’t end quite the way you might expect.
Write Here, Write Now: A Vocal PodcastPublished about a year ago in ResourcesDear Reader
Dear Reader, If I ever loved you, just know that I still do. When the rain taps at my window, and I fall asleep watching the tiny flame of a citrus scented candle,
Daniel IngramPublished about a year ago in PoetsDouble Jeopardy
With great care, I place my journal on the table. And still, the drop of blood domes, glistens, and spreads, staining the parchment. Irretrievable. Accusing. Irrevocable. The crimson blot mocks my final musings …
Harmony KentPublished about a year ago in FictionReflections
Calm breeze carries quills through chaos of dancing trees over amber seas
I'm Not Supposed to Die this Way
Sarah watches the coffee cup tumble from the desk, falling in slow motion, the contents pouring out like ooze from a lava lamp. In silence it meets the floor, bouncing off the plush burgundy carpet, the dark liquid vanishing immediately.
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This Place
Atticus Black. A glassy reflection to it that made him think of beached whales, slick with oil after a tanker spill. He blew smoke down into it and watched it swirl and linger like a fog. Slowly, it faded and the features of his face reappeared in disjointed form, fragmented in the rippled liquid. Fragmented, he thought. Pulled apart. The liquid settled further and his face came into clear view within it. Broken. He pulled on his cigarette, exhaled and brought the coffee to his lips.
Dean F. HardyPublished about a year ago in Fiction I Like Rainbows and I Like Unicorns
Douglas Dugan held the door open for his 73-year-old brother Dennis as they entered the restaurant. Dennis refused to walk in, "You walk in," Dennis commanded to Doug, "People are going to think we're a couple of old fairies."
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished about a year ago in FictionWhy Haiku?
So, if you’ve been on Vocal for a while now (or at least since November ‘22!) you may have noticed, what Mike Singleton - MikeyDred lovingly refers to, as the “Plague of Haiku.” Since November, Vocal has announced three separate haiku challenges, the most recent one even being the chance to write a “Quadru-Haiku.”
sleepy draftsPublished about a year ago in MotivationFour Playlist Ideas For You
Creating a playlist is like sculpting a statue. It’s something that you created something personal to you and has your staple of what defines you. Making a playlist for yourself or someone else is the most personal way to learn about someone else's taste in music. But how often do you think about going a little bit farther in creating a playlist? There are driving playlists, "getting ready" playlists, and songs for the broken heart playlists.
Samantha ParrishPublished about a year ago in BeatClassic Movie Review: 'Invaders from Mars' is a Completely Delightful in 4K Restoration
Invaders from Mars (1953) Directed by William Cameron Menzies Written by William Cameron Menzies Starring Jimmy Hunt, Helena Carter, Arthur Franz
Sean PatrickPublished about a year ago in GeeksRestoration
Bonfire of my heart Turned ash and feeble embers, Banked by bitter words. Malice puffs float white, Beautiful and awful both,
Heather HublerPublished about a year ago in PoetsA Plague Of Haiku
Introduction It started from virtually nothing, people were fine and thought there was absolutely nothing wrong. Life was fine and dandy and everything was great.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished about a year ago in FictionWhat Will Become of Us?
Who knows our future? Did dinosaurs ever dream of pink feathered flight?
PK ColleranPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Phantomic Coffee
“You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Mag groaned because she was out of coffee. She had always told herself to get more coffee before she finished the current stash but failed miserably every single time.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished about a year ago in HorrorThe Blushing Moon
The moon and stars came out to play, At the end of a long hot day. Low in the sky, the sun caught the moons eye,
Hazel RymellPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRemember Me
Matthew I hate mailboxes. In days past, they brought personal news along with bills and advertisements. A handwritten letter stimulated excitement because someone took pen and paper and conveyed their thoughts. A handwritten note represented time and effort. My Dad's generation cherished letters and saved them for decades as stored memories. Nothing good ever comes in the mailbox anymore and today was no exception.
J. S. WadePublished about a year ago in FictionNature Of A Story
a seed is planted, nurtured by soil's caress until stories grow. . water's soft healing can cut through steel at high speeds.
sleepy draftsPublished about a year ago in PoetsSlip Sliding Away
Falling on my ass In pain, giggling like a fool Singing Paul Simon
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Lifechanging Art of Tidying....Me
Because nine Facebook pages, a weekly blog, and writing for both Vocal and Medium aren’t enough non-work-related typing for me, I also write book reviews.
Judey KalchikPublished about a year ago in VivaGhost and Tonic
Another night of throwing back copious amounts of hard alcohol while the ghosts come out of the woodwork and swirl around Raul; he wonders if this is the reason why they’re both called spirits.
Stephen Kramer AvitabilePublished about a year ago in Horror