Sadi Black
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Just trying to rekindle my passion for writing again and be a better creator in the process. Helpful critique is enthusiastically welcomed if you care to share, thank you :)
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Aspirations in Waiting
The question is “What is your aspirations for yourself as a creator on Vocal this year?” I can always say that I want to write more and read more of other creators’ art which is true, but I feel like as an artist and a supporter of other creators such as myself would be a given, too obvious and I feel like a lot of other people would say the same. I want more for myself than that and to help you understand what I mean, let me tell you a little about myself.
By Sadi Black2 years ago in Journal
Ring of Blue Flame
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, I don't think I recall there ever being a ring of blue fire burning a doorway into said Valley in the back of the deserted Walmart Supercenter. I feel like I'd notice something like that after working here for 5 or 6 years, give or take. Actually, I feel like literally anyone would notice a portal into another dimension but hey, maybe that’s just me.
By Sadi Black3 years ago in Fiction
Confessions of a Broken Woman: Ocotober 30th
October 30th, 2021 If you’ve read my previous entry, you’ll know I caught my husband of four years, together for six, in his very public and humiliating infidelity with his girlfriend. Never thought I would say this, but Facebook has never been a kinder friend. I never would’ve known if it wasn’t for that. My whole life, my daughter’s life and the life of my unborn child, could have turned out vastly different.
By Sadi Black3 years ago in Journal
My Little Tasmanian
My mother brought him home to me as a gift on my fifth birthday. The second I made eye contact with those sweet chocolate eyes and scratched behind those pointy ears that stood straight up even as a puppy, I knew we were bonded. I know it sounds strange to say this or how I would know it that young but you know how sometimes you just... know? The connection I felt to this little brown ball of uncontainable energy was unbreakable.
By Sadi Black3 years ago in Petlife
Confessions of a Broken Woman: September 25th
September 25th, 2021 That's the day I found out. 3 days after my 27th birthday, I found him with her. I found my husband of 4 years, our anniversary just 2 weeks prior, with another woman. Different versions of that phrase keep rolling through my head and it just keeps sounding worse and worse the more it does but it won't stop. That phrase alone keeps putting nicks in my armor the more it passes. I can't seem to get it to stick and accept what he's done. What the shattered pieces of my heart knows he's done. The betrayal is so strong, I never for a minute thought he would do this. But I guess no one really does think that of their spouse, do they? Once those vows are taken at that alter, in front of all your friends and family, I guess you just always think that it's binding. That the other person would never even dream of hurting you in that way. I guess we never know what's going to happen, not even that person.
By Sadi Black4 years ago in Confessions
The Cabin
I watched the fog roll over the lake bed a few yards away from the cabin door, my heart racing faster the less I could see on the other side. I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the rickety front stoop and took a quick look around, noticing the fog wasn't just rolling in over the lake. Something wasn't right about this fog. This thick, hazy mist.
By Sadi Black4 years ago in Horror
Iris
When I woke up with no memory of how I got here and nothing but a notebook, pen, and a large lump on the back of my head, I thought for sure someone would’ve let me out eventually. I thought maybe someone would at least be looking for me. My parents maybe, my aunt Nora or uncle Bryan. But two-thousand two-hundred and eighty-six days later… I’m still here. That would be six years, three months and six days to put it in plainly. I’ve been alone. The only signs of life I’ve gotten is someone will slide a fresh pair of clothes through the slot under the stark white metal door every morning, a new set of sheets once a week and a food tray three times a day. I guess they want to keep me captive, not dead. After every dinner, I always jot down a tally in my notebook just to keep track of the days. I know its dinner because I don’t get another meal for approximately 12 hours after that while the others are split between four or five hours. I’ve calculated to the best of my abilities but I'm not sure how long I was here before I started taking count.
By Sadi Black5 years ago in Fiction
