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Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Critique
Redecorating
Been a few days now and in the midst of redecorating my bedroom and very slowly decluttering. I started rearranging the furniture and trying to figure a different way to put the main furniture. De-cluttering is kind of fun but at the same time it's hard to do and let go of certain items. This started as a chore day that is taking a long time for now, I am waiting for a steam cleaner to finally get my carpet cleaned and it looks like it may be Saturday to get that done. Wish me luck in this endeavor, please.
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Critique
If Great Dead Writers Were on Facebook - 1. Top Story - August 2025.
I've had a great (in my humble opinion) idea today: What if the great writers from all over the world before the Internet's time had Facebook accounts? What would they write about? Would they probe or crowdsource ideas for their novels, short stories, and plays? Witness events that could give them food for thoughts and plots? Boast about their new books just published?
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Critique
Chore Days
Believe it I would have loved to be reading and writing, but chores for the past few weeks were piling up from sweeping the floors and all that jazz. I am also kind of rearranging my bedroom and it's a small room. I have even cleaned my closet and rearranged that. When it cools off outside I plan to go out to my shed "library/den" and reorganize out there, but as I said it has to cool off first at least down into the 70's and low humidity. I am hoping to start writing soon again when work is done.
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Critique
The Ultimate Guide to Types of Kitchen Cabinets: Styles, Materials, and Features
Kitchen cabinets are the backbone of any kitchen design, combining functionality with aesthetic appeal. Choosing the right type of kitchen cabinet can transform your space, enhance storage, and elevate your home’s value. With countless styles, materials, and features available, understanding the options is key to creating a kitchen that suits your needs and taste. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll explore the various types of kitchen cabinets, their materials, styles, and features to help you make an informed decision for your next kitchen renovation or build.
By handy maneshon5 months ago in Critique
The Gift of Insight
The Gift of Insight How Constructive Critique Builds Growth, Confidence, and Mastery Sasha adjusted the light above her easel, squinting at the canvas that had consumed her weekend. The colors felt right. The brushstrokes were bold. Still, something about the composition felt... off. Art school had taught her technique. What it hadn't prepared her for was the silence that followed when she finished a piece. Friends gave her polite praise. Her social media posts gathered likes, but no substance. What Sasha needed wasn’t approval—it was perspective. So when her mentor, Miguel, offered to give her feedback, she hesitated for only a second before accepting. Miguel had a reputation. He wasn’t cruel, but he was honest. Students often joked that a Miguel critique left you thinking harder than an exam. But those same students returned to him again and again, their skills sharper each time. They met in his small studio the following afternoon. Sasha leaned her canvas against a brick wall, trying not to fidget. Miguel looked at the painting for a long moment. Then he smiled. “You’ve got great energy here,” he began. “Your use of contrast draws me in, and that layering in the background—it’s working well.” Sasha exhaled. Praise felt good. But she waited, sensing more was coming. “Now,” he continued, “can I show you something?” She nodded. Miguel picked up a small mirror and held it in front of the painting. “When you look at your piece in reverse like this, do you notice how the left side feels heavier?” Sasha tilted her head. He was right. The composition, once vibrant in her eyes, now seemed lopsided. She had been so close to it, so invested, that she hadn’t seen the imbalance. “That’s one of the hardest things about creating,” Miguel said gently. “We get attached. But critique helps us step outside ourselves. It’s not about tearing down—it’s about seeing clearer.” As they talked through other parts of the piece—color temperature, line direction, emotional tone—Sasha began to scribble notes. Miguel never told her what to fix. He asked questions, offered observations, and left space for her to make her own decisions. By the end of the session, Sasha didn’t feel defeated. She felt empowered. --- The next few weeks, she made a point to invite more critique—from peers, professors, even her younger brother, who, to her surprise, had a sharp eye for visual storytelling. What changed wasn’t just her art—it was her attitude. She began to separate herself from her work. A critique wasn’t a personal attack; it was a generous offering. Each comment, even the ones that stung at first, carried insight. When given respectfully and received openly, critique became a conversation—one that made her better. One afternoon, she watched a fellow student, Cara, struggle through a harsh group review. The feedback, though valid, had been blunt. Cara looked deflated, her voice tight as she defended each choice. Sasha waited until the session ended, then approached her. “I’ve been there,” she said gently. “Want to grab coffee and talk through your piece again? Just you and me?” Cara agreed, and over warm mugs and quiet conversation, Sasha offered the same approach Miguel had used with her—encouragement first, then thoughtful questions, observations, and space to reflect. When they returned to the studio later that week, Cara’s piece had transformed. “You helped me actually hear the critique,” she told Sasha. “I didn’t feel like I had to defend myself. I felt like I could explore.” --- By the end of the semester, Sasha’s work had reached a new level of depth and clarity. She still had doubts—what artist didn’t?—but now she welcomed feedback. She even started a small critique circle, built on trust, kindness, and curiosity. What she had feared—judgment, rejection—had turned out to be the very thing that pushed her forward. Critique, she realized, was not a test of worth. It was a tool for growth. Like pruning a plant, it might seem harsh in the moment, but it made room for stronger, fuller bloom. And in that spirit, every time she picked up a brush, she did so not with fear, but with confidence—knowing that insight, when given with care and received with openness, was one of the greatest gifts any creator could receive.
By Muhammad Saad 5 months ago in Critique
Trailer Trash McMansions
Feeling poor? Sometimes it’s a matter of just not being able to land a job with a good pay cheque. Or sometimes it’s a matter of refusing to tolerate corporate bullshit even for a good pay cheque. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being poor.
By Narghiza Ergashova5 months ago in Critique
New Avenues
I was looking at the opening page when signing out of Vocal, and that is when I decided to re-read some of the articles on working here on Vocal.com. I went to the old article about enhancing how to earn more here. I was happy just writing, reading, commenting, and even getting a few tips I wanted to find a way to 'enhance' more. So, I read about that we were allowed to suggest future challenges and found in the article where to make those suggestions and name two. I hope they read and accept them. To me: good ideas.
By Mark Graham5 months ago in Critique
Solitude in the Park
“I wonder how busy the park is,” I mumbled to myself as I drove aimlessly on my day off from work. Cruising by, I curiously checked the parking lot for other souls. Remarkably, I was the only one. Even on a gorgeous day such as this! In a bittersweet moment, I pondered if I preferred a bystander’s company. Or should I savor the moment of solitude?
By Jessica Varvil6 months ago in Critique
