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Spiritual Purpose
I have been very blessed in my life. I had an enduring marriage, which was filled with true, and undying love, and when that experience came to an end, my spiritual awakening began.
Kaylon ForsythPublished 3 days ago in HumansWhy it's not cringey to self-publish your own book
Let's talk frankly for a minute. When many of us writers first dreamt of "being a writer" what we saw in our fantasies was probably something glamorous: a clambering agent, a traditionally published book, and perhaps even a red carpet debut for the movie adaptation of our bestseller. Very few of us initially imagined the perhaps less-glamorous world of self-publishing.
The Gamble
He checked the cards displayed on his forearm. Unfortunately, they didn’t compose a winning hand, but the rest of the table didn’t know.
Jarrett SmithPublished about 9 hours ago in Fiction📢 Raise Your Voice Thread: 05/09/2024
Our “Raise Your Voice Threads” are hosted every other Thursday at 12PM ET to offer creators more avenues to uncover exceptional stories on Vocal. As we are continuously searching for fresh creators and inspiring stories, this thread provides an opportunity to exchange and discuss the stories that have moved and motivated us on Vocal.
Raise Your Voice by VocalPublished about 12 hours ago in ResourcesDay's End
Wings arrow sunward piercing sapphire; bloody light slowly sieves to stars. . . Thank you for reading! This haiku is one in a collection:
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 7 months ago in PoetsDay Break
Can I feel your rage this ‘rise, or is the beast within me still, while I sip my morning coffee and drown my wake-up pill?
KJ AartilaPublished a day ago in PoetsPsychomachia
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap? A sabotage, mayhap?
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsObsidian Light
Beneath Mount Etna The cavern’s floor was rugged and jet black. Rosalie needed to pay close attention to every step she took or she’d risk tripping on hardened clumps of lava. The ominous glow from the cinnabar combined with the firelight from Orazio’s torch kept the cavern illuminated enough to slowly maneuver through.
Driver's Test
"She wants to know what happens if she answers wrong," I told the man behind the counter. Eyeing my teenage daughter, he replied, "Oh, a red light flashes and a siren goes off, so everyone knows!"
Andrea CorwinPublished a day ago in FamiliesBlurry Outlines and Bad Words
I am caught in the teeth of the moderator, Stuck between their molars and making the King of censorship Chew on something they don't quite understand.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished a day ago in PoetsNational Lost Sock Memorial Day
On May 9th, we mourn our socks. Vanishing to interdimensional portals Created by our washing machines and dryers Stolen by furry or feathered fiends
Natasja RosePublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsVocal Bonus Leaderboard: 05/08/2024
Welcome to the weekly update of the Leaderboard! We're thrilled to showcase Vocal's most discussed stories, popular picks, and rising stars. Let's dive into this past week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
Vocal TeamPublished a day ago in ResourcesMemorable
When lightening cracks and everything shudders I always think I am the white in between existing for precisely one flashing moment
Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
Morgan LongfordPublished 2 days ago in ChaptersThey Could Live On
If You don't take the stories that You find Residing within Your mind And use ink on the page to let them lie When Your time comes, Your stories will go with You
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEnroute
The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
Alicia AnspaughPublished 6 days ago in ArtConfronting My Childhood Fear
The first memory that comes to mind when I think of fear in my childhood is about being brave. I was probably 8 years old and spent a few weeks in summer at my grandparents’ farm.
Gabriela Trofin-TatárPublished 4 days ago in ConfessionsThe Unseen Pie
"What's this pie?" I asked as my tour group and I walked out of a restaurant in Rome's Jewish Ghetto, having sampled an array of antipasti.
Caroline JanePublished a day ago in FeastMy Fire
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
D. J. ReddallPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Meeting
READ "PART I" HERE: My third adventure outside the United States was to Putian, China (the second was with a college friend to London for Spring Break—a unique choice that I'll write about later). It wasn't exactly a study abroad opportunity, but I was still in college, and a philosophy professor recommended the experience to me. She knew I was interested in Eastern philosophy, focusing on Daoism, and thought a trip to a Buddhist temple in China might be up my alley. She was right.