Love

Red Top Hat
She dated a man named Jack and was lost when he left her. The world didn’t look the same or feel the same anymore. Although Sally, had gone through break ups this wasn’t like the rest of them. Sometimes she would feel stuck in the past or the present or in time.
By Lisa Pulliam5 months ago in Fiction
The City of Almost
The City of Almost When Mira first moved to the city, she thought the locals were joking. “You’ll see them,” her landlord had said while handing her the brass key with its strange, crooked teeth. “Don’t stare too long. That’s the trick.”
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
Nothing at All
When I met you, I was captivated by your eyes. They were brown like my favorite tree bark. Your irises reminded of a forest and they sparkled like sunlight seeping through at daybreak.
By Lisa Pulliam5 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Never Left
Elena typed the words three times before erasing them. The first draft was too blunt. We’re done. Don’t call me again. The second too sentimental. I’ll always care for you, but this isn’t working. The third hovered somewhere in the middle, but still her thumb trembled above the glowing blue arrow on the screen.
By Timothy A Rowland5 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the crown 👑. AI-Generated.
The dawn broke over the kingdom with a quiet splendor, gilding the marble towers of the royal palace in shades of gold. Yet within those walls, Prince Alaric felt only the cold press of duty. The crown that gleamed on his father’s head was destined for him, but to Alaric it felt less like an honor and more like a chain.
By Muhammad Rahat5 months ago in Fiction
The Letter in the Library. AI-Generated.
Maya loved the quiet corners of the old town library. For her, the creak of wooden floors and the faint scent of yellowed pages felt like stepping back in time. On stormy days, when the rain lashed against the windows, the library was her sanctuary.
By Tariq Jameel5 months ago in Fiction
If X = Y
I have this fantasy in my head where I marry my childhood sweetheart. We met when we were 12. Still had the baby fat in our cheeks and the twinkle of innocence in our eyes. We were forced to sit next to each other in Maths. I was more annoyed than he was, I think. It was the last class before lunch, so I wanted to be next to my best friend. Make the class an early start to our lunchtime chat sessions. But alas. The teacher put me next to him. Neither of us were Maths whizzes. But we both got by.
By Sarah O'Grady5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Rain
Chapter One – The First Rain The first drops of rain always reminded Aaliya of beginnings. They smelled like earth cracking open to breathe, like pages of an old diary rediscovering their ink, like something alive stirring after a long silence. On that particular June evening, standing at the window of her small apartment in Paris, Aaliya thought of how rain had once rewritten her life.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
He promised to come back from the war. The river kept the secret of whether he did. Every dawn for three years I walked to the banks of the Liriope, where the fog hung low and the water whispered like a confidant. I carried his last letter in my coat pocket, creased and soft from being read so often the words were fading: “I’ll return with the spring floods, Mara. Wait for me.”
By Tariq Ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Fox and the Moon
Once upon a night there lived a fox. The fox decided that he would come out to see what the world was like and what other animals would be out and about. He saw wolves, raccoons, owls, and more of the like, but what got his attention was this bright sphere in the sky. He was enamored by the moon. Your soft and gentle shimmering light has me entranced in your beauty, thought the Fox.
By Kyle5 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Ring of Porthcurno Bay
Hi everyone! I'm so excited to share my very first story here on Vocal. This one comes straight from the heart. If you enjoyed it—or even if you didn’t—I’d truly love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Your feedback means the world to me as I start this writing journey. Thanks for reading, Sullivan
By Sullivan Davis5 months ago in Fiction
A Blessing or a Curse
When the sun goes down we know the earth is still moving, no one says it, we know. When the sea has moved meters back we know the high tide has been and gone. When the page corner of library books have been folded we know hands held and eyes have read the novel, absorbed the story before us. When hearts have broken we know first they must have felt a love so real and raw that allowed it to become it’s now fragmented state. When people cry we know, prior, tears to tell a story had filled eyes.
By Mel ECW5 months ago in Fiction