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I Sing To Them. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
I sing to them, the dear little children. With my feet. There is something about the sound that twists around inside their adorable heads and pulls all the right switches. I sing into the mist curling through the forest, and I can feel, in my gut and blood and bones, how it reaches them in their dreams.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Playlist: Politics. Top Story - March 2024.
Jen Dixon – The Sound Political is personal. The rumbling scandal around the Teesside freeport might seem arcane, but the whiff of dodgy deals seeps into people’s lives. And, when those people are gifted songwriters, it sparks the creative process. Jen Dixon’s work has tended to be a response to her own relationships and feelings, but the more she read about the freeport in the likes of Private Eye, the more she was inspired to write.
By Andy Potts3 years ago in Beat
I Promise. Top Story - March 2024.
I wasn’t even going to go to the party that night. There had been some people yelling and waving signs on the corner by my apartment this past week, the usual bigotted nonsense, and I didn’t want to deal with them. The only reason I ended up leaving was because Gemma forced her way through my front door and refused to leave my living room until I put on “real people clothes” and came out with her.
By Katie Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Sonder. Top Story - March 2024.
Nervous whispers in a busy place. Before his eyes, a hundred lives have passed, a hundred people all going their different ways. The weight of it is crushing to the sleep-deprived mind. The weight of knowing, without being able to feel, that every weary traveller he sees is just as real and complete as him. That every over-tired passerby who skates past or slightly lingers near where he sits and writes is just the same. Hiding truths and potentials no one else will ever come to know.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Poets
Two Bus Tickets. Top Story - March 2024.
Jeremy sat on a bench outside the bus station while the snow fell softly. Holding two tickets to the city in his hand, his heart was pounding. He used his savings to buy the tickets, and they would live off the rest. He looked at his watch, wondering where Colt was. They were supposed to meet at the bus stop fifteen minutes ago, and Colt wasn’t there yet.
By J. Delaney-Howe3 years ago in Fiction
One to See, One to Speak, One to Listen. Top Story - March 2024.
Contains gore and horror some readers may find disturbing. Rated 14+ Author's Intro: This story is meant to revive the Gothic literature so famously crafted by one of my favourite writer's, Edgar Allen Poe, and as such, the language and style is deliberately antiquated. Thank you for reading my all time favourite work of horror - Les
By Call Me Les9 months ago in Horror
The Micro-Fiction Challenge . Top Story - March 2024.
It feels like forever since I was hanging out with my Vocal family and I truly have have missed you! I ventured back here a few times but I felt completely out of practice reading your poems and stories and overwhelmed by the amount of them!
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Writers
‘Avatar: The Last Airbender’: 10 Things To Love About The Netflix’s Live-Action Adaptation. Top Story - March 2024.
Great casting, brilliant production values and loads of mesmerizing water/earth/fire/air bending action, Netflix's live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender was easily one of the streaming platform's best new dramas of 2024.
By Marguerita Tan3 years ago in Geeks
Pickled Herring with My Dad. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge. Top Story - March 2024.
When I was three, my dad sat on the edge of my bed many nights after placing a plate of our favorite snack by my ballerina music box, and then delved into Treasure Island or Nancy Drew.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler3 years ago in Poets
The Business of Nature. Top Story - March 2024.
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
Bridge Over Troubled Water. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
At 29, you'd think I would have felt an overabundance of emotion by now. But, I haven’t. Each day, I maneuvered mechanically neither awake nor sleep. My life has been one dimensional and gray. It's been lukewarm. And it's essence has completely passed me by. My name is Gabriel. And this is my story.
By Jennifer David3 years ago in Fiction
