Shohel Rana
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As a professional article writer for Vocal Media, I craft engaging, high-quality content tailored to diverse audiences. My expertise ensures well-researched, compelling articles that inform, inspire, and captivate readers effectively.
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Love's Serendipity
The cafe on Elm Street always smelled of roasted beans and old books, a comforting aroma that usually made Maya smile. Today, however, a particularly persistent drizzle had turned her morning commute into a soggy, miserable affair, and her usual cheerful disposition was as waterlogged as her shoes. She clutched her lukewarm latte, seeking refuge in the farthest corner, hoping to melt into the worn upholstery and forget the world outside.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Poets
When the Mojo Goes Missing
When the Mojo Goes Missing And what I learned by not trying to force it back I’m happy to report that my writing mojo has returned—at least partially. But for a solid week (maybe longer), it was nowhere to be found. And I’ll be honest—it rattled me more than I expected.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Sleeveless Hearts and Star-Spangled Tears
My mother used to tell me, “Try not to be so passionate about everything.” She said it gently, sometimes with a sigh, as if she were trying to save me from a world that would never understand the weight of a heart carried openly.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
A love that glowed in secret, fading into a celestial mystery
The stargazing hill on the outskirts of Elderglow was a forgotten place, where wildflowers tangled with the night sky’s reflection. In the summer of 2022, it was where Rowan, a twenty-year-old with ink-stained fingers and a secondhand telescope, first met Selene, the nineteen-year-old daughter of Gideon Holt, the tech mogul whose company powered the town’s economy. Rowan’s life was one of library books and odd jobs, patching together dreams under a leaky roof. Selene’s was one of glass-walled mansions and her father’s unyielding ambitions.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
A love that blazed fiercely, lost to the embers of the unknown
The bonfires of Crestwood lit up the harvest festival every October, their flames dancing against the crisp night air. In 2021, it was where Theo, a twenty-year-old with threadbare flannels and hands stained from working the orchards, first saw Ivy, the eighteen-year-old daughter of Lawrence Kane, the lumber baron whose mills fueled the town’s economy. Theo’s world was one of apple crates and long hours; Ivy’s was one of velvet dresses and her father’s towering expectations.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
When Love Whispers Back
The lighthouse on the cliffs of Havenport stood like a sentinel, its beam cutting through the fog that clung to the coast. In the summer of 2020, it was where Finn, a twenty-one-year-old fisherman’s son with salt-streaked hands and a quiet smile, first met Celeste, the nineteen-year-old daughter of Magnus Drayton, the shipping tycoon whose empire ruled the harbor. Finn’s life was nets and tides, his family’s boat barely afloat. Celeste’s was yacht parties and expectations, her father’s name a weight she couldn’t escape.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Where the Heart Wanders
A love that flickered in secret, lost to whispers in the night The old oak at the edge of Dunhaven’s meadow was a silent witness to the town’s secrets, its gnarled branches heavy with stories. In the summer of 2019, it sheltered Milo, a twenty-year-old with worn boots and a painter’s hands, who scraped by selling sketches at the weekly market. His world was one of thrift stores and dreams, far from the gleaming life of Nora, the eighteen-year-old daughter of Edward Varnell, the steel magnate whose factory powered the town.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
Love Is Power
The coal mines of Blackridge cast long shadows over the town, their dust settling into every crack and crevice. It was 2018, and Elias, a wiry young man of twenty-two, worked the midnight shift, his hands blackened from hauling ore. His life was one of grit and struggle, his family’s small shack barely holding together under the weight of poverty. But every evening, before the mines swallowed him, he’d walk past the grand estate of the Colfax family, where Lila, the only daughter of the mine’s owner, lived in a world of polished floors and crystal chandeliers.
By Shohel Rana7 months ago in Poets
