Sara Wilson
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I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Super Mysterious
If I were rich (and I don't mean "buy a small island" rich, just "I can finally unclench my jaw and maybe afford Whataburger without guilt" rich), the very first thing I'd do is unleash my inner financial superhero. I wouldn't have a cape or a secret bat cave or anything like that... my uniform would be my same old torn up fishnets and boots. My lair would be my house. My super power would be eradicating debt, one unsuspecting soul at a time. Not because I dream of a zero balance like some people dream of the next iPhone (though not going into debt for a phone would be pretty sweet), but because debt is the arch nemesis of joy. It's that constant, nagging villain that doesn't seem to die. It's impossible to focus on your secret origin story, let alone your passions or purpose, when your brain is busy calculating which bill can survive being paid two days late.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Confessions
The Salt in her Voice. Top Story - February 2026.
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson12 days ago in Fiction
Barstow: The Art of Looking Away
Barstow, California was the kind of place where even the breeze felt like giving up. The air smelled like nothing. Barstow was dry air, hot wind, and dust that stuck to your skin. People said you got used to it. They said everything here was something you got used to.
By Sara Wilson13 days ago in Fiction
Sharing The Spotlight
I took a little break from this series because of a weird comment I got asking how much money this series was generating for me. It made me feel icky. Let me be clear, I do not do this for financial gain. Yes, I DO get compensated like everyone else for my reads. That said, this isn't my most lucrative story. I do this to give some attention to any one I mention here. I enjoy sharing other people's work and supporting the Vocal community in the ways that I can. This is one of those ways- attempting to generate a little bit of traffic someone else's way. I am not the most popular creator on Vocal. I don't have a gigantic following of avid readers, but the ones I do have are a super cool group of humans who I love and appreciate. They are very supportive members of the community and seem to enjoy this little series I've created.
By Sara Wilson15 days ago in Humans
Resiliant
The system shows itself before the day even begins. It's there in the quiet moment when I first open my eyes and already feel the weight of the hours ahead. Three kids. Three grades. Three different set of needs waiting to unfold. I move through the house softly, trying not to wake up the babies while I squeeze in a quick morning workout.
By Sara Wilson16 days ago in Humans
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me
Jade was happy. In fact, she was a spoiled princess. Any material item she wanted, Ryan made it appear. She didn't have to work. She had been a housewife for four years. She would never dare to use the word trapped. Not out loud. Not even to herself. She preferred softer phrases. She was needed here. Ryan liked things a certain way, It was easier if she stayed home.
By Sara Wilson26 days ago in Fiction
