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Echoes of the Stellar Aether
Starlight twinkled in the void of space as the starship Aurora sailed through the cosmos. Her silver hull reflected the light of distant galaxies, and the crew on board held a mixture of hope and apprehension in their hearts. For years, humanity has been looking for a new home, a planet where it can start over, far from the depletion of Earth's resources.
Edmilson SeabraPublished 8 months ago in FictionA Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
When I was nine, I watched the Sunday night movie with Mampau like I did every Sunday night. This week, it was a movie based on an actress that had been super famous in the fifties and sixties. Me being the old soul that I was, was instantly intrigued. This movie had been based on her autobiography, which I wouldn't get the chance to read until around twenty years later.
Judith JaschaPublished 8 months ago in BookClubThe Witch of Blackbird Pond and Me
Since Vocal doesn’t allow us to delete our own intellectual property if we feel like it, you get this message instead. ✌️
L.A. HancockPublished 8 months ago in BookClubMidnight Transformations
Before reading The Midnight Library as part of Brandy Clark's book club, I spent quite a bit of time thinking about regret. Both the concept of regrets and the specific instances themselves plagued my mind regularly. Like I'm sure many of us do, as time travel is such a prevalent ideal in our culture, I sometimes think about the top moments or actions I would go back and change if given the chance. The funny thing people don't realize is that we are constantly time traveling, and maybe that's the problem. We're always rapidly moving forward, into the future, whether we like it or not, while simultaneously traveling to the past in our minds while visiting memories, sometimes we even become stuck there. Either direction one goes, too far in the future or the past, the outcome is essentially the same: time spent not being present in the current moment. In other words: time we'll never get back spent not living our lives.
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished 8 months ago in BookClubEchoes of Eternity
In the ancient land of Aethralia, where magic and mystery intertwined, a tale of enchantment and destiny began. The air was filled with whispers of a mystical melody that had the power to shape time itself. This melody was said to be hidden within the fabled Harp of Eternity, a relic lost for centuries.
Silent Souls
They say that thieves are quiet. That the soles of their shoes are soundless, that they are soft as candle-smoke at midnight. You don't hear them, see them, know them – though perhaps their actions will be felt. Thieves are quiet, then?
Jo LavenderPublished 8 months ago in BookClubsuffocated
suffocating on what used to be love turned inside out, it's poison in my blood you're half of the whole, of all my bad parts
Aathavi ThangesPublished 8 months ago in PoetsAin't No Monologue Like A Vagina Monologue
The script became the play that became a book, or a playbook, or generations of unspoken thoughts and feelings that needed to 'scream-yell-and-tell' like there was no tomorrow because there wouldn’t be. Not without us and our vaginas. Yep, vaginas. But such awful things happened to them. And kept on happening to them. And a massive silent public didn’t seem too outwardly bothered enough.
The Dani WriterPublished 8 months ago in BookClub