Life

Sanctified Sin
You prayed for salvation. I showed up instead— barefoot, bleeding, wrapped in midnight and the scent of your final breath.
By Latoya M.Dabout a year ago in Writers
How I Build a Social Circle from Scratch Every Time I Move
How I Build a Social Circle From Scratch Every Time I Move to a New City Moving to a new city feels like arriving at a party where you don’t know anyone. The music plays, laughter fills the air, and you stand there, wondering if you should just hang by the snack table.
By Jasmine Bowenabout a year ago in Writers
How I Accidentally Became a Poet . Top Story - September 2025.
I have always been a storyteller. I won’t bother you with all of the anecdotes, just one: I am eight, and I don’t know how to pen the complex words for my tale about a lost girl and her pirates. During class, my daydreams are occupied with memorizing the next scene. After school, I wait, not so patiently, for my mother to come home. Then, like an orator in a great hall, I stand beside her bed and recite the fictional unfoldings. She scribes them with a swift and loyal hand. Together, we revel in the newest imaginings, manifested, and she teaches me how to read cursive. It is like this for a year, maybe less, at least until I can string together a complete sentence and have become familiar with our second-hand thesaurus.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Writers
Writing is survival
Writing has never been a passing hobby for me, nor a luxury I turn to when time allows, Writing has always been my way of survival—the only place where I can escape the noise of the world.
By Emad Bkheetabout a year ago in Writers
The Quiet Processing
New energy, I’m told, lies within a tired head, but woven in the seams, this candlelight burns dim. Flying saucers… caught in the naked eye of night.
By faline salisburgabout a year ago in Writers
The Gazebo By The Lakes
I watched you, watch me from a distance. I watched your eyes track my every movement from across a room full of humans that could never feel all that we felt. A cosmic connection, two celestial bodies colliding. Our beginning was inked in blue flame and coated in stardust. As I skimmed our cursed ending, it spelled the fate of a sun.
By Raven Nicoleabout a year ago in Writers
Why Writers Fall in Love With Their Characters
“They’re fictional. I know. And yet — I’d die for them.” Writers get it. Or maybe we don’t, and that’s why we’re so emotionally attached to people who exist solely in our heads. I’ve cried over my characters. I’ve argued with them, obsessed over them, rooted for them like they were my own chaotic children. And yes — I’ve had full-on crushes on them.
By Georgiaabout a year ago in Writers
Magical Creatures Without the Clichés
“If I see one more sassy talking cat or a dragon with daddy issues, I might scream.” Let’s be honest: magical creatures are part of what makes fantasy sparkle. They lift us out of the ordinary and into the wondrous. But all too often, they also fall into painfully predictable tropes. You know the ones. The wise old centaur. The rebellious fae prince. The brooding werewolf with a soft side. Yawn.
By Georgiaabout a year ago in Writers
How to Write Descriptions That Don’t Bore Readers
“Don’t just describe the room — make me feel like I’ve stepped inside it.” We’ve all read that one book (or three) where the descriptions feel like someone hit pause on the story to give you a furniture catalogue. And look — I get it. Description is hard. You want to paint a vivid picture, but not drown your reader in a sea of adjectives. So, how do you write description that actually enhances the story, rather than dragging it down?
By Georgiaabout a year ago in Writers
Tomorrow it's September 🍂
For some, the end of August feels sad. But for me, it’s a state of happiness. I love this time of year. It’s when I feel most productive, when everything seems to hold deeper meaning.
By Hollisabout a year ago in Writers
Writing Down The Bones Deck #17
Hi guys, It has been a while since I completed one of these card prompts. This post series has been inspired by Denise E Lindquist. I never would have known about this deck of cards if it wasn't for her. So thank you Denise for sharing this lovely deck of cards with all of us on Vocal. I definitely have been putting this card off.
By Chloe Unfilteredabout a year ago in Writers
The Night My Imagination Refused to Sleep
There are nights when the body begs for rest, but the mind refuses to obey. Last night was one of those nights—a war between the warmth of my blanket and the whirlwind inside my head. It wasn’t caffeine. It wasn’t stress. It was something far stranger, far louder: my imagination simply refused to sleep.
By hazrat aliabout a year ago in Writers