Shoutout
Messed Up? It Doesn't Have to End You.
Nothing compares to the sense of complete helplessness and despair that follows significant failures and mistakes in life. It feels like your heart is being pierced by a dagger. Usually, the mistake hits us so hard that it takes months or even years to get over it. I've been in that position a few times, and each time I made a huge mistake, I questioned how I could forgive myself. There were times when I thought I lacked the strength to continue. Not on an emotional level. Not in a spiritual sense. Not in the mind. And certainly not in a physical sense.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
Da Vinci's Dog
Introduction This is for the challenge set by L.K. Rolan that you can check out here: Da Vinci's Dog A blind man gets a seeing-eye dog, he has been waiting for six months since he lost his sight in an accident. Life has been difficult and he did not see how a dog would help, but the dog is amazingly empathic and helpful.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
One Vocal Story, One Vocal Challenge
Introduction I just submitted a story to the Vocal Absurdist Awakening Challenge, and though the challenge specifies a minimum of five hundred words, because it has to be submitted to the Humor community, it was rejected because the limit for that community is six hundred words, and Vocal has not relaxed it. Maybe they will at some point.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
An open letter to the voices in my head
Dear Echoes in my mind I understand how enraging it becomes from time to time to express yourself, to finally say what's on your mind, to bury your sadness and angst through my being. Because I know how infuriating it is to be confined in an endless labyrinth of what-ifs and curating the worst-case scenarios for every stance we go through. I know all you are trying to do is protect me from the potential perils of my existential stride, to shield me from the externality of how horrendous the world could be. I behold your concern, I see you as you are and I feel your pain, but I want to be honest with you and I am tired. I am tired of your constant whispers of how bad the world is, how everything can turn against me or how I can become better because the present me is not good enough.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
My Journey in January and February 2025: Embracing the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
I messed up! In complete honesty, 2025 has been a whirlwind of difficulties and lessons that have humbled me in its entirety. Though lasting only two months in its stretch, I have danced through the storms that have wearied the brevity of my soul. Some days were radiating with a sense of hope and oozing peace that displayed the possibility of a bright future, while others had a sense of doom, the kind of despair that doesn't go away with a full night's sleep, or ice cream or a warm bubble bath. It is the kind of tiredness that lingers onto your soul in its deepest trench, leaving no room for any light to enter.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
In Like A Lion, Out Like a Lamb - A Mikeydred March Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators
Introduction Every month I set prompts in the Vocal Social Society and offer a dollar tip to five random creators who take part in it and ask them to share their stories in the comments and on the thread in the group.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Writers
Sipping Wisdom: A Personal Journey of Meeting My Younger Self Over Coffee
The air permeated a sense of calmness and stillness as I entered the coffee shop ten minutes late, I saw my younger self sitting there reading a book as she was sipping on her favourite caramel ice cream latte. Engrossed in her tale, she scrunched her nose as she did not like a particular stance of the story, I smiled with a serenity-filled eye as I saw the beauty of innocence brimming in her eyes. Hurrying across the table I told her sorry I was late and she said it was no problem. She asked me what I would like to have and I ordered an iced mocha frappuccino as she made room for me to sit alongside her on the table.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers









