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Vocal Media Writers Collaboration Facebook Group
**UPDATE 2-15-24: Now Free Join!** Hello. I wanted to talk again about the Vocal Media Writers Collaboration FB group. Firstly, it should have had a shorter name; I’m aware of that. Anyway, I posted a day or two ago about the group with a very technical and methodical approach. However, despite a lot of my post being that way, thanks to my years of freelancing, I wanted to talk about it in less of a “stuff-shirt” way and more of a way that is me, and much more casual.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Writers
Fix Me
My name was never mine, so I changed it. Not officially, of course, but the version of me that most people met me as, is dead. I guess that's part of my story as well? Parts of me have died off, not all things were by choice.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Writers
The Forgotten Promise
Once upon a time, in a bustling village nestled by a shimmering river, there lived a young girl named Lily. The villagers adored her radiant smile and infectious laughter. However, Lily possessed a peculiar gift: an ability to remember everything she encountered. This extraordinary talent was both a blessing and a curse, for with each memory she preserved, another faded away.
By Nana Kay3 years ago in Writers
The Story of Surya Dev, { Sun } Sanjna’s Sacrifice, and Chhaya’s Secret
Greetings, Jai Shri Radhe — Radhe How are you? I hope you are Healthy and happy The name of our story today is * Suryadev’s { Sun } brilliance, Sanjna’s sacrifice, and the mystery of Chhaya
By Shree Radhe"s Writer3 years ago in Writers
Koalas: Guardians of the Eucalyptus Realm. Content Warning.
The koala, an iconic symbol of Australia, is a fascinating marsupial known for its distinctive appearance, unique behaviors, and specialized diet. Here, we delve into the captivating world of koalas, exploring their biology, ecology, conservation status, and their significance in Australian culture.
By V parame3 years ago in Writers
The Countdown
Introduction The numbers on my Vocal stories are now coinciding with years of my life and they will do up to story number 2024. This is number 1963, so have 37 to create before I hit the big 2000.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Writers
Phoenix Rising: Maya's Inspiring Transformation
Maya's cycle began in a previously remarkable neighborhood where burden and desperation entered the air she free. Brought by her grandma up in the midst of the reverberations of setback and yearning, Maya figured out an alright procedure for checking out at life's lopsided scene with a power that bended her delicate years. Notwithstanding her family had cleared out this world rapidly, their memory held up inside Maya's heart, a straightening out light in the midst of the lack of definition that took the necessary steps to overwhelm her.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 years ago in Writers
Exploring the Mysteries of Death and Beyond
When the inevitable moment arrives and you breathe your last breath, what lies beyond? Despite our modern, scientifically informed perspectives on death, a significant portion of humanity still holds onto the notion of an afterlife. In a 2014 poll conducted by the Telegraph in the UK, nearly 60 percent of respondents expressed belief in some form of continued existence beyond death. Similarly, in the United States, a predominantly Christian nation, a Pew Research survey in 2015 revealed that 72 percent of Americans believed in heaven, envisioning it as a celestial realm where virtuous souls are eternally rewarded. Meanwhile, 54 percent acknowledged the concept of hell, a place of perpetual torment reserved for those deemed morally deficient and unrepentant.
By Med Karim3 years ago in Writers
I Was Robbed In Tower City. Content Warning.
I was robbed yesterday morning at 5:00 am on the dote apparently in the investigation Detective Don has done. I was craving a banana nut muffin, and coca cola. When I think about a government section Social Worker job something I am degree seeking my thoughts are naive. I dreaded writing this article because it feels like I am exposing feelings I don't know if I'm ready to share. I wish I could forget this I really do. I thought by speaking to my mother in-law it would help me feel not so victimized it was opposite. Something else to deal with in therapy I should share the city of Cleveland for my emotional scars. But what would that do? I thought I wanted justice. But what would that do? I want my life back I want to not feel like a victim. I want to stop feeling like shit.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Writers
Eternal Whispers in Moonlit Gardens
I feel the warmth of your laughter echoing through the corridors of my heart as I stand alone in our favorite spot – the rooftop garden that once bloomed with the vibrant hues of our love. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on the flowers that, just like our memories, refuse to wither away.
By Ismail Zbail3 years ago in Writers
Exploring The Rainiest Place On Earth
The world's largest rainfall simulator, nestled in Tsukuba, Japan, stands as a testament to human ingenuity in the face of nature's fury. Beyond its unassuming exterior lies a hub of scientific innovation, dedicated to understanding and mitigating the devastating impacts of extreme weather phenomena on human lives. As we embarked on an exclusive tour of this remarkable facility, it became abundantly clear that its significance transcends mere infrastructure—it represents a beacon of hope for millions facing the relentless onslaught of natural disasters.
By Med Karim3 years ago in Writers
In the lost stance of life. Top Story - February 2024.
In the lost stance of life Nothingness is the land where my thoughts belong a little too often. The art of wandering in the lost ocean of opportunities while creating the dreams I want to stride upon is the skill I have mastered in the ride of life. Stirred by the beacon of hope in the cup of blossoming hot coffee, I decided to write a tale of victory over defeat, a tale of joy triumphing over the sadness and atrocity of darkness. But as I walk upon this journey called life, the menace of time plonks and plunges me into the blindsided trance of nothingness. Our dreams are often shunned by externality as we are deemed delusional in uproars. Often it becomes our fuel as we turn the bitterness of words into the ounces of grit and determination that propel us forward.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Writers