Brooke Kallam
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I write raw thoughts, quiet horrors, and strange tales that won’t stay silent. Stories should linger—I hope mine do. Occasionally found whispering into the void at Forbidden Dispatch.
Stories (11)
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The Fire That Burns
"We're hiring." Those two words can light a fire of hope in you, especially when you've been on the hunt for what feels like forever. You see the post, you check the qualifications—finally, something you're actually a good fit for. Maybe even excited about. You polish your resume (again), write a thoughtful cover letter (again), and start preparing yourself mentally. When they call or email to schedule the interview, your heart flutters a little. This could be it.
By Brooke Kallam8 months ago in Journal
Unwritten Chapters: The Path From Lost to Found
I wrote my first Vocal.Media post sitting on the floor of a laundromat during the pandemic. It smelled like lavender detergent and burnt plastic, and the machines screamed in harmony, but none of that mattered. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t worried about anyone but myself. COVID was wreaking havoc on the world outside, but inside that noisy little bubble, I felt something I hadn’t in years: control.
By Brooke Kallam9 months ago in Humans
The Prospects of Digital Marketing in the New Age
Digital marketing became more prevalent in the 1990s and 2000s, as technology advanced and increased the power of the internet to reach a wider audience. Today it is considered an essential tool for any business's long-term success.
By Brooke Kallam3 years ago in 01
The Prophecy Of Crying
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Natasha knew those words were only spoken by sluggish men on Earth who had never set foot in space. Through the years, she had slowly learned that everything was screaming in space. The buzzing of each particle and dust warned her about the pool of darkness and stars. Space was a ticking bomb.
By Brooke Kallam3 years ago in Fiction
Forever, Jude
A young petite girl looked ahead as a man who is lying down on the seat in front of them is asleep. They are in the middle-class compartment on the train and although both her clothes and her father’s clothes are wrinkled and cheap, the young man in front of them has a neater-looking suit “Father why do you have a suit of a different color than your coat?”
By Brooke Kallam3 years ago in Fiction
Stay Humble
Having been the person that used to complain about doing laundry, I wish I hadn’t. Sitting on the floor of a laundromat because there is one bench, not to mention the change machine is non-existent and half of the machines are broken, I’d do anything to have a washing machine and dryer in my home again. This is far worse than ever throwing clothes in and turning them on in my kitchen while doing anything else I wanted to during that time period.
By Brooke Kallam5 years ago in Motivation
Oh, Rowlo
"Ah, yes. She’s letting me out! It’s potty time, but first... I must howl." "I am just so excited; we are going to play all day l—. She said she’s going to this work place again. I hate that place, whatever it is. I’m bored and she’s just now leaving. Also, where is my cookie?"
By Brooke Kallam5 years ago in Petlife
