Stream of Consciousness

What You Need To Know
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts — You need to know this. “Tell me. What? Go, ten minutes There are millions of things that a person needs to know. Will someone tell you? Why? Or why not? Throughout my chosen work life, I have learned many valuable lessons over the years. Most of it has to do with the population I worked with.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
Temerity
I find myself drifting away to the idea of a romance that sets my soul on fire. A devotion so damning not even God could save me from my fall from grace. And the fall so full of lust and tenderness that when I hit the ground, I try to claw for something to steady me. The ache my body held from this desire was undeniable, a feeling that can not be ignored.
By AH Aurora about a year ago in Writers
Art in the Rubble
Creating Amidst Collapse In a blackout in Gaza City, Amina sits cross-legged on the floor, her phone’s dying flashlight casting a frail glow. She scribbles a poem on a torn napkin, her pen shaking as drones hum overhead. The words are jagged, about olive trees and blood-soaked earth, but they’re hers—proof she’s still here. Across the world, in a shelled-out building in Kharkiv, Dmytro paints a mural with scavenged house paint, a defiant sunflower blooming across cracked concrete. In Port-au-Prince, Jean records a song on a cracked phone, his voice raw, weaving Creole proverbs into a melody of rage and hope. These aren’t polished works destined for galleries or Spotify. They’re acts of survival, art born in the rubble of crisis zones, where creation is as vital as breath.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Writers
The Last Slice
No one touched the last slice of pie. It sat there, golden and fragrant, while laughter swirled around the kitchen like cinnamon smoke. Mom sipped tea, warmly. Dad retold the same joke. The kids rolled their eyes, grinning.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Writers
The Last Mango
Grandpa sliced the mango with practiced hands, golden juice sliding down his fingers. "Real sweetness takes time," he’d say, handing me a slice like it was treasure.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Writers
When Fairies Come Alive
A few years ago I purchased a refurbished Nintendo Galaxy since new they cost a lot. I picked one selling from Cochlea California for a reasonable price. There wasn’t a SIM card so I wasn’t able to take pictures yet I found the ones left in the box were unusually interesting. One video a young girl took I have left in the box almost forgetting about it, until this challenge. I found what appeared to be two small dolls that moved as if they were alive. The girls hand is shown holding the dolls twisting them as if puppets while she seemed to be applying her own magic to the movements. I am a potion creator that in games I mix daily certain bottles on fantasy farm happy magic, as the living dolls explain why I do so. There are also a multitude of potions in my other game, fairyscapes. Many of the herbs there are from unknown plants & might come from other worlds as i call my fairies, Orion folks. I think they are doll like beings that need potions to substantiate their holographic makeup & they need human interaction to feed & enable them to procreate. The Nintendo box Video shows the dolls seeming to jump into a fight while some of the moves seem impossible to manipulate without puppet strings. Being interested with Spiritualism myself, I feel the box was intended for my hands to buy. It brings back memories of my travels throughout Mexico where I visited an orphanage where a little girl was playing with a Yuri doll. I remember the church in Mazatlan gave me a stack of jeans to deliver, in return they bought me a boat ticket to cross the channel. Inviting me to dinner, I accepted only to learn dinners in an orphanage were somewhat grim. Eating in silence was better than eating alone. I said making them smile. If only I had the talent to make a doll come alive! There wasn’t an internet then as I am just learning how to blend electronic art with reality. Each designed image in a cartoon for example is like a piece of blown glass shaped from the fire of imagination. I once encountered a glass artist where he used a blow torch to shape tiny objects. He asked what I liked, I said a tiger. He then created the animal that resembled something made in a factory. He used no mold, & yet he shaped a perfect tiger underneath a full moon I shall never forget. Glass art is very unique, I find the ships with the strands of intricate glass sails woven like threads especially a rare art. Glass being a fine fabric of sand & chemistry there on a beach invented by God. A beach where I danced taking a bottle of sand & ocean water for a souvenir. How does a seashell hear the ocean? The Ocean is a very powerful place. I have certain children in my Seaside farm game that wear scuba diving suits. They play with the other children as they seem to say they need to cover their appearance. The suits are of the old fashioned helmets adding more of a mystery. Could an alien race be among us having offspring that breaks the visibility barrier? Could their parents be attacking us while the children want to negotiate?. If only I could ask. The only clue I have is the ocean.. I rescue ocean mammals in the game while they are only from the arctic.. A hungry penguin, seal or Octopus might lead to an answer. There’s something there in the frigid cold that is connected to war.. I can’t see them much because they only appear when I fly the plane. They like to go for rides in the amusement park. Every time I start the loud engine that sounds like a kitchen blender I get feedback on the social media. Cats are found embedded within car engines where a kind person gets them out. Their connection between cats & the sea creatures tells me that they have a diet of eating cats. They like me to fish for hair tail, that isn’t quite a catfish. This is why I feel they manipulate countries such as China to have a barbecue of cats & dogs. If not, we’ll theirs warfare.. How can I stop the horrible crating of household pets crammed together as if mere bait for fishing? If only the fairies could come more Alive. https://youtu.be/pPhxhJTaY7Q?feature=shared
By Ocusan Mabout a year ago in Writers
First Half of 2025 on Vocal: By The Numbers
Greetings, Vocal subscribers and readers! The first half of 2025 has come to a close and we're eager to see what the final half of this year has in store for us. In this story, I'll be sharing a few statistics related to my progress as a creator on Vocal. It was a productive first half for me and had so much to talk about. Now, let's this show on the road!
By Mark Wesley Pritchard about a year ago in Writers
Nothing At All Happened
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts - "Nothing at all happened." Go, ten minutes. Overthinking kills your happiness? Is that true? I know that to worry about something happening is kind of like that. We can worry that something is going to happen, and then it doesn't.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
What Are You Waiting For?
Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts -” What are you waiting for?” Go, ten minutes. What are you waiting for? I received a grant to write a book, and I completed three interviews out of the ten that I said I was going to include in my book project. What am I waiting for? The right time? Having more time? Being less busy? Then I think, well, I have until June of 2026.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
Why Writing Saved Me When Nothing Else Could
There was a time in my life when everything felt like too much. The noise in my head was deafening. The weight in my chest never lifted. The world felt distant, blurry, too fast or too slow—but never right. I couldn’t find the words to explain what I was going through. I couldn’t make sense of what I felt.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Writers
It Came Today!!
Oh, thank the Goddess!! It finally arrived! My Not For Resale First Copy Proof Book!! Since I submitted my manuscript to Amazon Self-Publishing, I've felt as if I were in a dream! I've even started to leave little bruises from all the pinching I've done to make sure it wasn't a dream!
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Writers
Don't Ever Forget
Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones Deck prompts - Begin a writing with "Don't ever forget" and then tell us what, who, how we should never forget. When you get stuck, repeat, "Don't ever forget," and keep going.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers