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Dipped in Candle Wax
After the show, at the end of the day My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue My essence molds itself back into existence
By Oneg In The Arctic12 days ago in Poets
Dial One for Heaven
A red phone box stands alone in the middle of a field. Long grass and wildflowers surround it and little else. I make my way over; glad I’m wearing my wellies. I avoid the cow pats along the way and bat a couple of flies from my face.
By N J Delmas11 days ago in Fiction
Seahorse Wisdom
Eat constantly. You’ll never get bored. Suck crustaceans, dance when angered, your growl– will fall like a whisper.
By Teresa Renton14 days ago in Poets
The Tango Connection
I suppose I've become a writer so I wouldn't bore everyone to death telling them my stories. Reading them is reading. Not the same. There's rhythm. And timing and, most importantly, drama and suspense. Unless you have tremendous magnetism and an undeniable stage presence, there's no way you can engage an audience the way you can by writing your story. That's my opinion.
By Rene Volpi 12 days ago in Beat
Let It Flow
a creeping feeling engulfed my body muscles heavy but elastic mysterious beat ramping up slowly evocative and animastic I pump myself out of the deep pocket
By K.B. Silver 15 days ago in Poets
Poor Memory
I have always wanted a bouquet of friends. Colorful, vivid with the scent of life. One of each of my favorite flowers Plucked from a year, a generation, a time.
By Silver Daux15 days ago in Poets
February the Fiery Month
I have been trying not to get totally consumed by the Winter Olympic Games from Italy. They seem to be televised almost 24 hours a day. If it is not live, then it is a replay.
By Calvin London14 days ago in FYI
The Peasant and the Devil: The Unwritten Ending
Once upon a time, there was a crafty and far-sighted peasant. Anyone with a parent who read them a copy of "Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales" as a child knows the tale of the farmer who bested the Devil in a game of wits. However, I happen to know what became of the farmer after the fairy tale ends. You see, dear reader, all legends and myths have a basis in truth, but once a dozen or so generations of story-tellers come and go, all having added their own little twists and embellishments and sensitivities, things tend to get hidden or disappear altogether. That is when folks of good authority (such as yours truly) come out of the woodwork to set things straight.
By Ian Read12 days ago in Fiction
Jack’s Met Someone Special
‘I wonder what this one will be like?’ Janice spooned a dollop of Bolognese from the pan and popped it into her mouth, savouring the flavours before swallowing.
By Matthew Batham12 days ago in Fiction
On nothing in particular.
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jean17 days ago in Poets
The Guitar Playing Cowboy
He never arrived the ordinary way. No horse at the gate. No spurs clinking. No gravel crunching beneath hooves. If anyone had been watching from a distance, they would have sworn nothing approached at all.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper12 days ago in Fiction
I Don't Need My Phone... Wait, Is That Actually True?
My parents gave me my first cell phone when I was twelve years old. It wasn't a fancy iPhone or anything, not even close. Just a simple black flip phone for when I needed to call or text them after school.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton13 days ago in Humans
No-one learns to sail without first lifting the anchor. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
I know, you want to turn away, For me to teach you how To make walls so thick that pain accumulates Like leaves, decomposing in the external shadow.
By Hannah Moore15 days ago in Poets
A Monk, The Om, A Metronome
David Harlann had spent 14 years as a field medic. The horrors of mangled bodies and shot-off limbs were commonplace to him. Just another Tuesday strewn with blood.
By Gabriel Shames13 days ago in Fiction
room for rage. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
let it out. . start with the plates: break them. watch them shatter on graffiti-covered concrete. scream. scream until you've shredded your voice, your lungs, your throat to
By Raistlin Allen17 days ago in Poets
Part 2 Interview With Joe Patterson, Author Of Melanin Memoirs
This is my second interview with Joe Patterson. His 4th anniversary writing on Vocal will be in March 2026. He has one achievement on Vocal, The Other Foot. He has over 17,000 reads on Vocal since he started on Vocal in 2022. Joe Patterson is very creative poet and rapper. Joe is deep thinker and I feel it is reflected in his latest published book, Melanin Memoirs.
By Mariann Carroll13 days ago in Interview
thankful for the children
when a stranger sees my ring and congratulates me by saying, "love is love," and asking if my husband and i got hitched right after gay marriage was legalized, i coolly say,
By kp14 days ago in Pride
On Combatting Despair
We are in the last hours of the Wood Snake year, and it shows. * The cosmic shrugs are getting longer, harder – birth contractions marking
By David Muñoz15 days ago in Poets
Create a Story
"Create a Story." Left-clicked. "Title" "Subtitle" "Upload Image: Select a file." Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
By Mack D. Ames14 days ago in Humans
Berganashio - Chapter 31
Larkin and Villi had been on the floor of the throne room for quite awhile. The shock was immense. How could they even begin with tracking down dragons who had stolen away their parents?
By Rowan Finley 14 days ago in Fiction