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There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
Brenda MahlerPublished 8 days ago in HumorThe Spring Tears of Demeter
Demeter has wept and suffered even in this Great southern land as leaf of autumn fell And winter chilled hearts, hearth and home
S.K. WilsonPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSins of the Reaper
Walking as rapidly as my bruised heel will allow, I begin to weep, barely able to suppress the desire to stop and let it all go, the sound of sirens rising to my ears as I round the block past my former apartment, my feet carrying me away from the only chapter in my past that I still clearly remember.
133 Waxing and Waning
Low tide, so I remain thankful, awakening--alive--to the sound of breakers. You see, now on my seventh morning, only my head remains above ground.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 6 days ago in FictionWhy do people buy books they don’t read?
We have all likely been guilty of buying or keeping books we know we will probably never read, and maybe never intended to read. I know I have certainly been guilty of this! And you certainly are not alone, it seems much of society prefers buying and having books over actually reading them. Indeed, one survey found that an average of half of the over one hundred books in an average home go unread.
Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)Published 9 months ago in BookClubIllogical Fear
“There’s gotta be a logical explanation.” He said, and put his nicotine-stained fingers on the kid’s bony arm. “I swear, I saw two red eyes glaring at me from below the stairs.” The kid babbled. He was always babbling.
Book Review: "No Logo" by Naomi Klein
Naomi Klein is no doubt, a huge author and you're going to be quite surprised about the fact that I have actually barely read anything by her though I am aware of her existence. Her book No Logo is recommended reading in the book The Inner Level by Professors Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett and is about the way brands have aggressively waded themselves into every aspect of our existence.
Annie KapurPublished 8 days ago in GeeksPaint Me!
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
Paul StewartPublished 8 days ago in PoetsThe Great Maine Lighthouse Tour
Two Months Out I have the train ticket. The time off approved. My friend Phil is getting married in a place called Bangor, Maine.
Stephen A. RoddewigPublished 8 days ago in WanderSpellbound (1945)
As part of my ongoing ambition to be a 1940s screenwriter, I have re-watched Hitchcock’s Spellbound. Of course, he is the master of suspense. During the 1940s and 1950s Hitchcock used his years of experience in the film industry to direct some of the most thrilling and frightening films of the era. They are full of heightened emotions, conflict and twisted plot-lines.
Rachel RobbinsPublished 7 days ago in GeeksBrilliant Shell
Please note that this should be May 10th, 131/366 which I've put at the end of this but not at the beginning. My head is not in the game. I blame Rachel Deeming.
Rachel DeemingPublished 7 days ago in FictionThe Struggle
Alice sat alone in her empty house, her mind wandering back through her memories of over fifty years ago. Back to the days when she was young, beautiful and a popular fashion model. Her face lit up in a beautiful smile.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 days ago in FictionSensations in Decline
Part I i made my body as numb as my mind ensuring that absolutely nothing would or will be felt i made my mind as empty as my soul
Gothic Stories
I’ve been seeing a few unofficial challenges given by Vocal Community members, and I thought: You know what? As someone literally invested in Vocal, I should do that, too. So here is my official, nonofficial challenge to you.
Kenny PennPublished 6 days ago in WritersTo The Girl I used to Be
Dear seventeen-year-old me, I want to tell you how much I loved you. Now as a thirty-two-year-old trans-man, I love you more than you think people did. And believe me sweetheart, lots of people love you. Your Mom loves you so much. Grandma and Grandpa love you. Trevor loves you in his own annoying sort of way.
Raphael FontenellePublished 9 days ago in ConfessionsWhere do I go
My eyes have seen the allure of Green and gold. And the wonders it could do. And well my parents tried they’re best I’ve never much know what to do.
Lane BurnsPublished 7 days ago in PoetsVerdict In a Minute
This article serves as an index for my series of courtroom drama stories. I started out with the first story for the Just A Minute challenge and realized, prompted by Hannah Moore, that it could be told from different angles and perspectives of various characters.
Lana V LynxPublished 8 days ago in FictionDevoured
My fingers dance across the yellowed pages of the library’s archaic volumes. Despite the candle illuminating the shelves, I’m not searching for a book. Instead, I’m relentlessly investigating the halls for a door to run from the horrible reality that consumed all our lives.
Isabella RosePublished 11 days ago in FictionWriters Appreciation: A Love Letter
Here are some amazing creators I have noticed on Vocal Media this past month, and wanted to quickly shout out! I think writers need some more appreciation, and I think this will be a fun way to do it! (Maybe it'll become a recurring thing, who can say!) But anyway, I wanted to write some little love letters to some amazing people, so here we go!
O r p h a n
Over the rainbow and back again, every-time I meet my new Rent-A-Mom. Showering me with temporal love. Passing the same thing to another in a month.
Natasha CollazoPublished 10 days ago in Poets