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This is part of a story begun in The Invitation and The Birthday Wish The man stared at the large box. Wrapped in brown craft paper and dotted with stamps showing its journey around the world, it rested on the kitchen table next to his unfinished lunch. He slowly ran his fingers through his scraggly gray beard. A gesture he invariably made when he was deep in thought, which often happens when you live alone in the middle of nowhere like him.
Surfing bipolar. Note #1.
Hello, I’m Varvara. I am a coder, designer, artist, mom, wife, storyteller, surfer, and I have bipolar disorder. One day, I hope to write a book about my experience of going through life with bipolar disorder. In the meantime, I’m starting with a smaller step: writing monthly articles on the connections between surfing and bipolar disorder.
Nothing Was The Same
As we wait for the overdue arrival of Certified Lover Boy from Drake, I will be highlighting some of the discography of the greatest artist of my lifetime, starting with Nothing Was the Same. Many consider this album to be the best of Drake’s discography, and they have a point. While it isn’t my persona l favorite, I can certainly understand the critical acclaim. This album is the height of both the singing and rapping Drake.
Editing Your Language Quirks
Recently struggling to polish my prose, an outline emerged from the word salad, a problem. I was repeatedly creating sentences which sounded good to me but were lousy English. These bastards finished with all the action, the accent, the “oomph” at their tail ends. My heritage language had stepped on my English; I had been writing with a German word order. Once I understood why I wrote this way, I stopped doing it.
It is too early in the morning to be picking through the detritus of a party. Chairs draped in forgotten jackets have been shoved apart haphazardly, purse trinkets glinting on the carpet. A sticky swathe of elderflower wine arcs across the table below the announcement board, paper cups crumpled one-handed into the waste bin and scattered. A small retirement gathering, yet such chaos. I gasp to myself, reaching for a piece of litter closest to me.
Vocal: The American Ninja Warrior of Writing
I've never really been into sports. I find them boring and frankly, it's annoying to see someone getting paid millions of dollars for playing a game. However, I love American Ninja Warrior.
I thought today was going to be like every other day. I went to school. I stumbled along from period to period as usual. Things were normal. At least until fifth period. That’s when I saw him.
Gardening Is All the Rage
My dad is an attorney, but he defies all the stereotypes for lawyers. He is a kind, giving person. He would drop everything to pick up one of his four kids at school when we were sick. He would stop for someone pulled over on the berm of the highway to see if he could help. He works pro bono for friends and family who need help with their taxes or estates. He is a good listener. I learned strong ethics from him.
Best Served Any Way You Can Get It
Kill them with kindness? I'd rather do it with cake. Side serving of malice. Bake with intention. Follow each step with meticulous care.
My grandfather was right about many things. He called the World Series winners many years in a row, how we’d put a man on the moon, Nixon – he knew things, or he was an excellent guesser. His 86 years of experience included both good things and bad, the good things being what he shared with his grandkids. Besides his love of chess, he loved making us laugh. He would take us into his lap and point to his mustache. We’d go to touch it, and he’d pretend to bite our fingers. My father did that, too, come to think of it. We’d break out into a fit of giggles.
Nineteen and afraid because she finally became nothing—ghostly, wading past her prime, time’s ebb and flow slowly
(Quick) Edit Your Voice!
The greatest tool has finally been added to Vocal! Quick Edit. You can now make those little adjustments your eyes (or the eyes of your proofreaders) missed while reading over your work for the hundredth time. No need to email Vocal to have them fix it for you. Right now, this tool is for Vocal+ Members only. Regular Vocal members, I will highly encourage you to invest in the monthly membership to be in Vocal+; there is so much more you can do!
I was sitting at the table when the click of footsteps against the marble floor alerted me to Victor’s approach, and I took a moment to arrange myself. Straightening my skirt, crossing my ankles, and setting my hands demurely in my lap. He liked when I made a big presentation of greeting him, and although I took no pleasure in pleasing him, I knew I had no choice.
Driver for the Dead
She came to me while I slept. I was blurry eyed and still half asleep when I agreed, fetching my keys and wandering to the car. It was once in the car, with only the moon and the green of traffic lights scattering color across sodden blacktop, that I realized what was happening.
Forget Insta-Famous. Aspire to be Vocal-Famous.
Lana Turner had the drugstore; James Bay had Youtube; Winnie Harlow had Instagram, and for many of us writing online, we're hoping someday someone will write So&So had Vocal.
Franz gently stirred the dark chocolate bars until they were partially melted over the double boiler. Then gradually adding the carefully prepared, thread-thin, sugar water, he combined them into a smooth, silky, pool of decadence. His taste buds tingled, and he began to salivate as the aroma of cocoa wafted through the air.
Today, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, and hope in my heart as I opened the internet browser on my phone and typed in “Vocal/Challenges”. I’d been impatiently waiting for days to find out the results of the Dystopian “Doomsday Diary” Challenge. I’d submitted four stories, with one in particular that I was so excited about. So, as I skimmed down the page to the recent winners, my exuberant smile started to dim as the reality hit: I didn’t win… again. I read the winning story and it was indeed fantastic, but there was still a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when I realized it wasn’t mine.
Eat More Plants Please
Making the transition to a plant-based diet is easier than you think but it does take some perseverance. Like any new challenge, if you try to tackle it all at once, you will quickly become consumed by the overwhelming amount of information available. Recipes, influencers, nutritional recommendations, and plant-based food substitutes will bombard you from every direction, and good luck trying to avoid that one vegan friend of yours who has suddenly taken an intense interest in your health and well-being (I know because I’ve been that friend a time or two).
Gifts, abilities, powers - whatever you want to call them.
The zoo was what a zoo always was in the daytime – alive. Most of the noise didn't come from the animals, but the visitors. Kids screamed, adults yelled to quieten them, and the animals watched.
6 Ways to Nurture Your Creativity
Being creative can be difficult. There is a myth that people are either born creative or not. I like to think of creativity as more of a muscle. If you work that muscle, it gets bigger.