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📢 Raise Your Voice Thread: 03/14/2024
Our “Raise Your Voice Threads” are hosted every other Thursday at 12PM ET to offer creators more avenues to uncover exceptional stories on Vocal. As we are continuously searching for fresh creators and inspiring stories, this thread provides an opportunity to exchange and discuss the stories that have moved and motivated us on Vocal.
Raise Your Voice by VocalPublished 5 days ago in ResourcesBABS BLUE HAIKU
Discouraged? Most definitely! After writing forty-five poems, none of which made Top Story or placed in the Blue Haiku Challenge. The majority of the poems received more hearts than reads.
Babs IversonPublished 7 months ago in JournalAdrift
It was day nine, by Marcus’s count. He and Terrance had already spent eight days on the yellow life raft afloat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. There had only been six survivors that surfaced after their plane crash-landed in the water. Together, they had secured three of the life rafts that had been aboard the aircraft and had divided themselves up - two per raft. They had tied the buoyant vessels together, but in the storm, on day four, the rope connecting Marcus and Terrance’s raft to the others came loose. Now, they were separated from the rest of the group with no way to signal for help since the flare gun was in one of the other rafts.
D.K. ShepardPublished 9 days ago in FictionEndurance
Ryan sat resting his head on the glass, his breath misting and obscuring the fast-flowing hedges outside of the window. He retreated into his world of splayed hair and hot breath while the other kids on the bus shouted and laughed, shoved and teased.
Rachel Deeming (Author)Published 6 days ago in FictionSpun
The storm is raging again I can feel the Spiral taking hold, This feeling so Familiar, old I'm cold And I try To stay within
Bex JordanPublished 6 days ago in PoetsThe Willow
We never spoke to those identified as human. I watched, silently, as many selected my brothers to cull. We watched their amorous youths carve words into our bark. We screamed as fire burned our waists, heating and crackling our sap. We watch as their children gather our fallen branches to make games. We watch as some pick up stone and our seeds to keep. Every now and then, we whisper, making them listen as wind drifts through our leaves and needles, hearing our warnings of the woods.
Jennisea RedfieldPublished 7 days ago in FictionThe Southern Cross
Traveled Down Under My personal mission under the panorama of the clear Fiji night sky was to find the Southern Cross among the stars.
Andrea CorwinPublished 5 days ago in PoetsPrimordial Fish
In the beginning, all was, frankly, well. Then, Mother Earth discharged intrepid fish from her primordial stew. Eventually, they grew hair, made fire, ate some apples.
Matthew FrommPublished 8 days ago in FictionA Herd of Unicorn Stories
Holy Meat Unholy Consequences “Such a shame for something so innocently pure to have its life cut so short.” “That it truly is,” Marigold responded to Jeffrey. “Still, we it needs processing. You know as they say.”
Thavien YliasterPublished 9 days ago in FictionHorror and Hope
I am late entering this challenge, because I thought long and hard which woman has inspired me the most. I chose this person because I genuinely believe she deserves recognition for her outstanding skills and character in the face of adversity: Stanislawa Leszczyńska. She was a Polish midwife who was incarcerated in Auschwitz in 1943. She attended many births during that time. 3,000 babies were born under her care.
Sam The Doula (Blooming Miracle)Published 10 days ago in VivaEditor Syndrome
Missing comma Missing period Missing preposition That’s all I see Red marks and corrections But— Who am I to critique
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 7 days ago in PoetsVocal Bonus Leaderboard: 03/13/2024
Welcome to the weekly update of the Leaderboard! We're thrilled to showcase Vocal's most discussed stories, popular picks, and rising stars. Let's dive into this past week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
Vocal TeamPublished 6 days ago in ResourcesBe You
It would appear we care too much What others tend to think Of things we’ll say and do and such That causes us to shrink
Earl W. PearlPublished 8 days ago in PoetsRearranged
You said it was a gift but I've never felt pain like this and then my heart broke and we kissed I don't want a lover
Kendrick PorterPublished 9 days ago in PoetsThe Clock
############################################### The following are all fictional snippets of life's crucial moments caught by a time machine called a "clock." Whether we are controlled by time or we seek to control time, we are all subject to the meaning it conveys. Time reminds us there are forces at work beyond what we see. It is concretely set. As the adage says, it waits for no man. Time is a teacher. Time can be joyous or sad; the clock is very fickle and isn't at all prejudicial. It isn't fair, but then again, it really is...It's a vicious dictator and also a loving friend who reminds us to sleep, eat, and rise again for another day. The clock reminds us that we are spinning around constantly. In all of our spinning, we are chided to slow down, speed up, or stay in control. Until one day we cease to spin at all.
Shirley BelkPublished 9 days ago in FictionThe Mask
Play your cards right And keep on your poker face. Life is a game So you better play to your strengths. Only expose your weakness
Andre The FirstPublished 7 days ago in PoetsStrength Manifested
The fiery resiliency which leads to the magnificent manifested strength within the heart of dragon was apparent upon hearing her first cry. My fuel, finally.
Lillian CasianoPublished 7 days ago in WritersAmsterdam 1942
She was awakened, in the dead of night, by the sound of a stranger’s voice, quiet but intense, drifting up the stairwell from the kitchen. “Who in the world?” she thought. Fear crept from her belly to her throat.
Martha AgnesPublished 8 days ago in ChaptersWhat Goes Around
July 27, 2023 Kamloops, British Columbia Karma Lowe had been losing in court all day. Outwardly stoic, she resisted the urge to tap her steel-tipped Jimmy Choo, but she was starting to sweat cold. Of this she knew Crown prosecutor, Ignacious Noble, was well aware.
S. E. LinnPublished 8 days ago in FictionGet Out
Donna sat near the open window where the light was best. Where the clothes wouldn't be imbued with cooking smells from the kitchen. Wincing, she pulled the sack towards her.
L.C. SchäferPublished 10 days ago in Fiction