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Goodby Shane MacGowan
Introduction Today, 30th November 2023, it was announced that Shane MacGowan, former lead singer with the Pogues had died.
Vocal+Assist's December Prompt
The Vocal+Assist group has a new prompt for you! This prompt will go from today (12/1) until the 14th of December. It's that time of year again! Everyone's settling down and getting ready to spend time with their families all over the world! Every family has different traditions surrounding this time of year, one of my mothers favorite traditions is watching Hallmark movies. All. Of. Them.
Three Minute Reads
— Hooking in the Reader — MANY among us write with an introduction using logos and 'Handles,' I use my name proudly for better or worse — I Yam what I Yam — And that's All that I Am. I know that I'm not everyone's page-turner preference; I'm ok with that. If we are going to be out-there within this fabulous platform on a Global basis, then be out there as YOU! How would your closest friends over the years describe you? Who from our VM Village would you like to sit down at the Cheesecake Factory and actually speak to in person. No, not just a virtual friend, but touchy-feely 'real,' I can think of several, I'd even treat!
Intrusive Thoughts of a Psychopath?
Every morning, every day, the same. Every morning, every day, the same old humdrum. Wake up, coffee, shower, shave, brush teeth and floss.
Am I the embodiment of fears and insecurities? Are my actions and inactions solely based on beliefs rooted in my olden days?
The Vocal Graveyard
Have you heard of the Vocal Graveyard? It’s the place where I imagine all our wonderful pieces of work go after they have been thoroughly enjoyed and are now discarded. It happens for many reasons:
I still can't believe we willingly followed her out there. But I guess we were curious to know if the rumours were true about the old haunted house on the hill.
We bought a little robot To help us clean the floor. It wasn't real expensive, We could have spent much more, * But all the bells and whistles,
For years after I came out my mother would ask me if I was sick. "You're too skinny," she would say. It was an accusation more than an observation.
“Seventeen minutes to final boarding,” The app on my holo-device alerted me. Seventeen minutes. That was how long I had to save Evangeline.
Special little pill
I'm trembling in the car outside of the ER. ___I think I'm dying ___or maybe I'm losing control of my mind ___or perhaps it's a heart attack
There is always pain in life. It seems as if life isn’t worth living if there isn’t pain involved. To grow is to know pain. To love is to know pain. To learn is to know pain. Children are cruel. They poke fun at anything they can notice that is different about another. They migrate into groups of the haves and the have nots, but on the outskirts of those groups are the undesirables. The ones that don’t fit into any mold offered to them.
A few weeks ago I began thinking about what I wanted to write for my 100th piece, which at the time felt really far off. I had a number of ideas come to me, and much inspiration from reading many of your 100th pieces. Little did I know that the big 100 would come and go without me even realizing it. When that Senryu challenge hit I couldn’t stop myself, and before I knew it, my milestone piece was 17 syllables about texting my granny a bad word, which did later become a runner-up in the Snafu Senryu challenge, making it totally worth it! I am so tickled (speaking of granny, that was a phrase she used) that my 100th piece placed in a challenge. What a cool gift.
The Ocean of Morality
I am lost, drowning In a sea of gray morals Help! I cannot breathe I don’t know what I am doing. I haven’t known what I’ve been doing for quite some time. It seems that since 2016, at least, I have been swimming in an ocean of uncertainty. Up is down, the sky isn’t quite so blue, and right and wrong are nothing but mazes of gray shadows that no one can navigate properly. I don’t know who I am, I barely know what I stand for, and I feel like nothing more than a broken puzzle of likes, interests, and disdains that don’t necessarily fit together well.
The Next Big Thing
I'm hatching a plan and I want you to join me. Maybe. If you're crazy enough. I don't mind doing it alone, though. It's a bit of a commitment, after all.
Up The Stairway
Up the stairway And through the hallway Lie a very rich old man He was a stringy little maggot They called him Scrooge in the end
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.
Neolomicro Challenge Winners
Traditional. Worthless. Obscene. Perfectly ordinary — and extremely useful — words, aren’t they? Yet according to the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust, they hadn’t been a part of the English language until the Bard coined them; there are many others in his remarkable lexicon.
I notice you.
"It's in stone." you used to say about your plans. "Stones break." I would proclaim. "Not this stone." You said it so certainly.
The Most Important Things My First Subscriber Taught Me
I’ve always been an introvert. If you meet me at a social gathering, I’m the girl who quietly observes the crowd, occupying the room’s silent corners, and tries to avoid eye contact at all costs.