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Afternoon Communion
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Little27 days ago in Poets
The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. Content Warning.
This is Part Two of The Neighbourhood Christmas Tradition. If you haven’t read Part One yet, you can find it here. When I get home, there’s an afternoon breeze, so I decide to eat dinner in my backyard. As I’m sitting at the table, I look over at my empty garden bed and remember that I have to do something about it. It almost looks as though the previous tenant's plants were pulled out and new soil was added, ready for a fresh start.
By Sandy Gillman30 days ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 25
Kunya awoke to the smell of breakfast that included chai and cinnamon flavored hot tea. "Good morning, Kunya!" The two merfarie princesses, Pori and Villi, greeted her. They sat comfortably around a small table. The morning sun was shining beautifully through the window panes. For a split second, the sun glinted off of the small bottle that hung around Pori's neck.
By Rowan Finley 27 days ago in Fiction
Bitched from the Start
That’s the hard part, becoming objective. That’s why Dr. Evans made me write in third person. He said I was self-indulgent when I wrote in first person, overly charmed by my own voice and words. I’m also guilty of wanting to tell a story because it’s mine.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Writers
Don't Open the Door
Wakey, wakey! Congratulations! You're alive! That's more than most people can say right now. That's the good news. Here's the bad news: pulling through them injuries was the easy part. If you're reading this, it prolly means something's happened to me, and I can't take care of you or the other survivors no more.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)27 days ago in Fiction
FPS: Roots and Branches Challenge Winners
Welcome to the final Challenge Winners Announcement of the year and thank you for being part of Vocal in 2025. Before we begin, a quick note: the first set of challenges for next year are now live. We hope you’ll take a look, and stay tuned, there’s more ahead, including some major announcements coming to Vocal in 2026.
By Vocal Curation Team27 days ago in Resources
