Pamela Walsh-Holte

Joined November 2020

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"Tree Topper"
"Oh, my goodness!" He bellowed, "What's wrong now?" Frustrated, Renee answered. Always some deal with Harvey, for sure, she thought. "Help me for heaven's sake!" The urgency of the response caused her to jump to her feet. As fast as she could she made her way down the hall to see Harvey, a look of terror spread across the face of her best loved Uncle. A closer look only made her laugh aloud!
By Pamela Walsh-Holteabout a year ago in Fiction
"I Don't do Mornings!"
I am still moved by the story I just read written by a fellow creator here on vocal. Sometimes when you least expect it, within a minute of time your whole perspective on your day ahead is changed.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
A Lifetime in Sixty Seconds . Top Story - May 2024.
As I approach the stage I wonder what the heck I am going to say in one minute to a audience of young people that will even matter. Ah, what the heck, I'll just fly by the seat of my pants like I always do.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
Come Along!
Enlightened, humanity will no longer hide any part of itself from the eyes of the world. Conscious minds and moral hearts fear not the day of exposure, they shall find no shame .
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
"60 Second Seduction". Content Warning.
The traffic light flashed from green to yellow, "dang I was hoping I would make that light" she states out loud, to no-one. As she eases to a stop she glances to her right, when the driver next to her literally took her breath away, her face began to sweat, a sure sign she was blushing. How could she have been so lucky to have missed the green!
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
"Extraterrestrials"
Extraterrestrials? Could there really be? Logically, ones mind must ask? Is there really life from another galaxy? Perhaps there is, if you ask me.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
Box's of Plenty
As a child we had not much, you see, there was seven of us.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
Peanut Butter Syrup Toast
As the heat slowly drifts from the toaster t0 warm my cheeks, I anticipate my treat, and I can hardly wait, Nestled in the chrysalises of the toaster, my white bread becomes a golden brown. The pop of the toaster is my favorite sound as Grandma lifts it from the toaster onto my plate.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
"Love"
LOVE? Define love? Who do you love? What do you love? How do you love? Why do you love? Do you want Love? Do you need love?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Motivation
"Soul Song"
The labyrinth of my soul, my very being, an enigma to many, an ethereal wonderland, for those who see, nothing as soft as a whisper,
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Poets
"The Weekend"
She arrived home to four inches of freshly fallen snow. The thought of a warm fire and a hot toddy made her smile. She looked forward to a weekend of solitude and relaxation. Alex was out of town until Monday and the thought of not having to fight for the remote or listen to his sports blasting on the radio was bliss. Besides she wouldn't start to miss him until then anyway. As she opened her front door Buster came running, as he always did.
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction
"Tough is a Mother's Love"
She woke to the sound of pounding on her front door. She could hear dispatch on their radios. Heart racing, as is her mind, all she can think is something really bad has happened, why else would the police be at her door in the middle of the night?
By Pamela Walsh-Holte2 years ago in Fiction