Publishing
Considering The Situation VI
Introduction This is a further public service announcement about the situation since I was unable to publish on the 23rd of November 2025. I am publishing this using a recycled Vocal Story and will explain more below.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 10 months ago in Writers
Published in Portrait of New England. Top Story - December 2025.
My quest to find many publications with prestige to submit to has worked out even better than I thought. I was searching for more publications with more prestige in order to bolster my resume. I truly thought I'd try this for a year and not get published anywhere... maybe if I was lucky... in one of them. And I was OK with that... I was just going to try again the following year, and the year after that, and so on.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile10 months ago in Writers
Observations On My State Of Play With Vocal
Introduction This is about the things I see when I am going through my old Vocal publications, looking for pieces to recycle. I still cannot comment using my backup account, but I received an email and replied to it:
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 11 months ago in Writers
New Physical Copy and New Published Story
My endeavor of looking for more literary publications to get published in that held more prestige in order to bolster my resume has been quite successful! One of the publications that I found and got published in back in August was Adelaide Literary Magazine, and I was so happy about that one. It was available online, and they do print versions as well. And recently, I finally got my physical copies of the publication!
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile11 months ago in Writers
There I stood
There I stood, watching her stare into the mirror. That's when she suddenly began to speak; I was noticed. "Each of these scars come with memories. I know exactly how I got each one, some were from small accidents. Like this one on my hand, I was washing the dishes when the knife slipped. Some are from happier moments, this one on my right knee comes from having a blast playing with friends when I was little and on the playground. Then...then there are these the one on my neck, back and the one everyone stares at on my face...they were given to me by horrible people. Those are the worst, because of those staying as a constant reminder of those memories that I've tried for years to forget is the cause of all of the other scars you see on my body. You understand why I do what I do now?" That's when I noticed the tears flowing down her face. Shocked and afraid all I could say was "I'm so sorry, but that doesn't mean it's ok to go around kidnapping and killing other men just because of that!" As she wipes her tears away she retorts with a calm and stern voice. "Maybe, but that is how I get around my pain. It's also why I became a psychiatrist to help others, even men, with their trauma." I couldn't contain my anger seeing her so calm and ok with murder so I had to yell, I just should've thought my words through. "You're a fucking PSYCHIATRIST?! You aren't helping people you're culling the public AND drugging the minds of those who ACTUALLY need help. Pills only hide the problem they don't fix it, those people and you need more than that, you need to deal with the pain and move on and KILLING IS NOT THE WAY!" Surprised by his outburst Carol decides to reprimand him "You think I didn't know you weren't bound? I like you, so I decided to give you a bit of freedom and THIS is how you repay me? Don't you worry, you still can't escape and you are too weak to try and fight me in my own home." She then begins to walk to me with such a scary look. Deep down, I know she is right too. "You also act as if you are certified to be a psychiatrist, you understand that these pills help thousands of people everyday, whether it suppresses what they feel and allows them to focus their life, or help fix a chemical imbalance in their brains. On top of that, the amount of people that would rather run and hide is MUCH larger than those who want to face their problems head on." That's when I felt something warm coming from my abdomen...I never noticed the knife. She immediately covers my face with the rag she always keeps on her. Fuck it's chloro- "Goodnight sweetie, I'll make sure to stitch you up nice so you'll be fine when you wake up. Not like you can hear me right now anyway."
By Roy C. Theo11 months ago in Writers












