Moments slip away,
Tick-tock, the clock never stops,
Time flows like a stream.
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from James Morris and writers in Poets and other communities.
My dearest Kelly, With a humble heart and tender quill, I gently trace these words, To thee, the fairest of them all, my heart's sweet, soaring bird.
By James Morris3 years ago in Poets
-*- Well, you are correct, I lustily called for you, When I was at the bottom And couldn't handle the truth. -*-
By Alex Torres2 days ago in Poets
Freshly buttered, ready for us. Come sit down and get comfy, dear. The movie's about to begin!
By Rain Dayzea day ago in Poets
When we launched Vocal nearly a decade ago, the world was a very different place. LLMs did not exist, and stories were created one at a time by people sitting down to write, revise, and share something personal. Many of our assumptions about publishing, trust, and participation were built for a world where effort and output were inseparable.
By Justin @ Vocalabout 19 hours ago in Resources
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.