friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
Things Happen.
My imagination was birthed during a time I had only me, myself, and I. Whenever I played with my Bratz dolls I would take the girls out on extravagant shopping sprees in my tiny room that I shared with my older sister. She would periodically tell me to be quiet or force me to go into another room if I ever became too invested in the play time with my dolls. As I grew up, I realized that I wanted to see my imagination come into fruition. Therefore, I trained myself to draw cartoons because I enjoy the freeness of the art, the beautifully creative styles one can produce, how the dimensions can be manipulated, and hope to see my drawings come to life one day. I always drew many things that interest me like trees, cars, or random household items. Yet, someone special had come along to test my artistry, and it was a struggle I will never forget. I wished I had told them that I had a crush on them sooner too, but things happen, I guess.
By Ashley Nicole Bourne4 years ago in Humans
The Vocal Creators Society Pages
Let's take a look at the "social" part of the Vocal Social Society. When it comes to chatting and engaging with each other on social media, we do a lot of it. My Vocal family has been there to support me through some pretty bleak points in my life. I'm sure the connections you've made through Vocal have made a difference to you, too, kind readers. We've had some big moments recently, including a multitude of top story placements and challenge winners. What better way to celebrate together than with a new column on The Chronicle. And just FYI, if you're reading this and you're not mentioned here but should be, write Les through The Chronicle's Facebook page! Because that's what quick-edit is for. ;)
By The Vocal Creators Chronicle4 years ago in Humans
Maggie
It was the summer of 1976. I was six years old, and as usual, my parents and I were on our annual camping trip to Nickerson State Park in Cape Cod. We were accompanied by three more pairs of aunts and uncles and a total of fourteen cousins, all sharing three adjoining campsites. We were like a commune but without the weirdness.
By Lynn Henschel4 years ago in Humans
THE DEATH OF NOAH WATRY: AN OBITUARY ON MY BIRTHDAY
My name is Noah Watry. My birthday was a few days ago, September 20th. I am a licensed funeral director in the state of Wisconsin. I am single, with no kids. I’ve never been married. Only once in my life did I see that happening, and that was my last girlfriend. I still do. But here I am, with the thoughts and reminders that life is exactly as I see it daily. This is life. This is death. I live it. You know it.
By Noah Watry4 years ago in Humans
Change Sucks
There we stood, four twelve year olds, in a circle in the middle of the giant pentagram etched deep into the dirt. Cut off from civilization by a veil of large trees and thick bush, we were convinced there was a traitor among us. Each of us, holding open our now empty backpacks, were attempting to find the face that belies a guilty conscience. Someone took the artifacts that we painstakingly unearthed from this place of oddity and we four were the only ones who had access. The easy money was on Danny, the jovial prankster of the group. However, they say it’s always the quiet ones that you have to watch out for and Seiko was very quiet right now. The longshot was Robert, the go-with-the-flow kind of guy; not one to make or act on devious plans. Then there was me, Jay, the de facto leader of the group. It was my idea, afterall, to explore this area. But before we could hurl any more accusations at one another there came, deep from within the forest, the most bloodcurdling scream any of us had ever heard.
By Justan Romias 4 years ago in Humans
Colorful Summer
It is so easy to romanticize the past. Sometimes when the life before you is so bleak and unforgiving, all you can do is look back on times when color filled your view. When the world seemed to sing and dance under a bright sun. For some of us, like me, it is so far and in between we experience those glowing slivers of time.
By Cheyela Effinger 4 years ago in Humans
Tales of a Best Friend
I met my best friend Jamie when I was fourteen, and she was just shy of her eleventh birthday. At that time, I was just the annoying girlfriend of her older brother. However, little did we know, that out of that would come a friendship that would last over twenty years. In those twenty plus years, we have experienced many situations that we still find ourselves laughing at.
By Judith Jascha4 years ago in Humans
The Fall of a Lifetime
I don’t have a lot of friends. Actually, I don’t even need a second hand to count them. I was always different, even a weirdo. Not everyone wants to know complicated people, and I am the worst. Maybe that’s why I have such a sense of humor. Life is hard as it is, so we need to turn things over and think about the other side of the stories: inside jokes are great for that.
By Sofia Duarte4 years ago in Humans
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to a Story...
One of the things I love about Vocal challenges is the how they get me thinking about all sorts of stuff, musing about possibilities, wondering how to incorporate this or that random item into a story... I never knows where the journey will lead. Like, a funny story about a childhood friend, eh?
By Peri Livesey4 years ago in Humans
