Challenge
Laura
I was in the bathtub the first time I saw Laura. I was playing with my Barbies, and the water was getting cold. I turned on the faucet to warm it up and there she was, sitting across from me. I was startled at first, but she seemed nice. We played dolls. When Mom came to check on me, she was gone.
By Sara Wilson16 days ago in Writers
The Masterpiece of Gabin Lemaire
We were foolish to think Paris would hold us. At the first sound of chains being cut at the gate, I jerked upright. Gabin was smeared in red clay and ash, thrashing across the canvas with an artistโs exertion, somewhere between running a marathon and having an orgasm. He recoiled from his trance and swayed with angelic beauty. His bare chest rose and fell, and he staggered away from the canvas that towered above him. The studio was in disarray. Candles flickered in a staccato across the floor like a Catholic altar, and I crawled among them to snuff them out as Gabin kicked the articles of his craft under 16th Century tables. He dumped oils and charcoals down the neck of an ancient Roman wine amphora as he swore in his native French. Both of us considered hiding, hoping against hope that Rembrandt and Caravaggio might have stretched the canvas far enough to conceal us.
By M.C. Finch 16 days ago in Writers
The Human Animal :An Unofficial Spooktober Challenge
I want you to make me uncomfortable; really gross me out and make my stomach churn... No, really, I'm serious; that's the point of this unofficial Vocal challenge. I want to see how horrifying you wonderful monsters can be. Give me your gross, your gory, and your grim stories - why?
By S. A. Crawford16 days ago in Writers
Notes from the Mind Palace.
I donโt want a hero for the sake of having one. I donโt need saving, and I donโt want someone who thinks I do. Iโve carried myself through storms that would have drowned softer hearts. Iโve rebuilt myself more times than I care to admit. Strength has been my armor, my identity, my survival.
By Syl De'Vil18 days ago in Writers
Notes from the Mind Palace
I am a woman made of words, but donโt mistake that for someone who can be won with them. Words are my playground, my refuge, my rebellion โ but they are not my currency. Iโve heard too many promises spoken with honeyed tongues and hollow hearts. Iโve watched too many men decorate their intentions with poetry while their actions whispered the truth.
By Syl De'Vil18 days ago in Writers
If Only
There are women who learned love the hard way, women who stitched themselves back together with stubborn hope and quiet magic. Women who walk through the world with a softness that looks effortless but was carved from storms. Women who survived what should have broken them and still somehow learned to laugh again.
By Syl De'Vil18 days ago in Writers
Quarter 3 Performance Report
Trying to be consistent and faithful to my own promises, here's a short report on my Vocal achievements in Quarter 3: July tally: 30 stories published in 13 communities (4 new added), with a total of 39 communities covered; 2 Top Stories; entered 2 official challenges and 2 unofficial challenges, won Raymond Taylor's One Work challenge that was a lot of fun; placed in 1 official challenge; 683 total earned reads; 157 stories of other authors I liked and commented on.
By Lana V Lynx18 days ago in Writers
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Congratulations to all of the participants in the September Challenge. What incredibly talented and creative writers we have in this Community, and you all really shined in this Challenge!
By ๐๐๐18 days ago in Writers
