Nathalie Clair
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I love a good story, whether it's a book, a movie, a play. I love reading/ watching interesting characters develop & drama unfold. As a writer I create that world. I create that drama. IG: @positivelyhealthyvibes Twitter: NATHALIE_CLAIR1
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We Can Now Subscribe To Our Favorite Writers But I'm Hoping There's More To Come
Vocal has been paying attention and really stepping up when it comes to giving us writers what we want to see on the platform. Back in June, they created a new community dedicated to fiction, which had been highly requested. In July we finally got the ability to edit our work on demand with quick edits, which meant we no longer had to email the Vocal team and wait about a day before we could edit our stories. Trust me I needed this, I feel like I can always find something to fix and edit. The Vocal team would've gotten sick of me emailing them.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Journal
Let's Look On The Bright Side Vocal Media Just Did Us A Favor
It’s been a week since the Vocal community was in an uproar over the word count situation from one of their recent challenges. Do I really need to rehash the details? No, because everyone and their mama knows all about this bit of juicy tea. But I will anyway for those who come across this article in the future, brand new to Vocal and having no clue about the situation.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Journal
Mirielle
Remembering her feels like memories from a past life. She was a broken, way too skinny, brown-skinned girl with matted hair, barefoot in dirty clothes, chasing something akin to happiness. She spent her days getting high with her boyfriend and nights sleeping on the dirty hardwood floors of crack houses.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
Once And For All
The relief of finally arriving home after a long arduous day at the office, knowing it was Friday, and I’d have two peaceful days ahead of me was a brief one. The word home came with a sort of ache every time I remembered the place where I stayed when I wasn't at work. It was a dull, cold, small apartment that I resigned myself to for the last six months since my wife, sorry ex-wife, occupies the house that used to be our home. After nearly fifty expensive let’s-try-to-make-it-work therapy sessions, I knew that even though she was the one in the wrong, I’d be the one to move out. She’s the mother of my children and so regardless of right or wrong, the mother always got the house.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
Things Left Unsaid
I looked out the window of Susanna’s Dessert Bar, straining my neck to see as much of the street as I possibly could. I was sitting on the little padded bench they have for people who were waiting to be seated. I wasn’t exactly waiting to be seated, I was waiting for my Carlos’ persistently late ass, and growing more annoyed with every second. Friday night at Susanna’s was a standing date for us, but lately he’d been cancelling and rescheduling. It was the first time in three weeks he hadn’t called to reschedule.
By Nathalie Clair4 years ago in Fiction
The Baby-Sitters Club
The tradition of reading a book or a story to a child as a means to help them sleep and to promote a love for books is an American tradition that my Haitian immigrant family never adopted. That’s not to say reading and education weren’t heavily promoted throughout my grade school and high school years. It absolutely was. My mother constantly encouraged me to read, but her being a Haitian immigrant, she had a so-so grasp on the English language at best and speaking it was enough of a task without also having to read it aloud to her child.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Journal
The Final Trip
It’s been over a year since I made the trip back to the land that used to be our old home. Part of me was terrified of what I would find in its place but the other part of me was more terrified that my husband would die if I didn’t find our literal buried treasure. Hidden on the grounds of our old home was a large heavy crate that used to be filled with our most valuable possessions from before. Today I return to make the final trip and get the last of our things. I’ll remove the last remaining traces of our existence in their world and the memories of living in a nice house with electricity, indoor plumbing, and what was then known as the internet. In those day we were spoiled and entertained with cellular devices and other gadgets. Daniel and I were fairly well off, but when the dark days came and we were forced to leave and rebuild, we took what we could and left the rest behind. I hid everything of value that we couldn’t carry, in hopes to be able to come back for it. Daniel and I have made this trip together and separately, to collect what we could in times we needed to trade for something important. This time we needed the services of Dr. Malcom Atkins.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Fiction
Unexpected Romance
After two weeks of texting, occasionally chatting on the phone, some flirting, and a lot of convincing I had finally agreed to go out on a date with TJ. It was something I had never actually intended to let happen. I was enjoying his attention, but I wasn’t in the market to be dating, though I hadn’t been in the market for dating in the traditional sense in a long while. TJ took me by surprise when he approached me. I know how to get a man’s attention when I want it but sitting in Starbucks sipping on a latte and reading a book, I was barely aware of anyone else in there let alone TJ. Yet the moment we started talking I smiled, flirted, turned on the charm almost automatically. To my surprise I gave him my real number, but he still thought my name was Tonya and I really didn’t know if I’d even bother to tell him the truth.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Humans
