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Ode to the Artist
Inspired by Nancy Elizabeth Prophet an American sculptor & artist of African-American & Native-American descent of whom became the first to graduate from Rhode Island University of Design in 1918. She literally suffered for her art, while in Paris, often facing near starvation while pursuing her artistic endeavors.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY12 months ago in Poets
So The Story Goes: JBaz Continued
Carl continued to stare nervously out of the kitchen window, unintentionally making eye contact with the strange man in the driver's seat, now sitting suspiciously at the end of their drive.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Chapters
What Next?
CLASSIFIED DO NOT REMOVE FROM LOCATION DRAFT COPY – not to be sent to MI6 until review and edit PATIENT NAME: James Bond
By Maddy Haywood12 months ago in Fiction
So the story goes
The red spiced tomato sauce bubbles, erupting like a volcano, out of control. Carl watches in slow motion as the crimson goo explodes upward, escaping the confines of the stainless steel pot. A tiny lava like drop lands on Carls bare forearm, blistering his skin and peeling it back like a banana. The pain is instant, and in his mind excruciating. However if a doctor were on hand his prognosis would be favorable, Carl would live.
By JBaz12 months ago in Writers
The Organizer
She sat at the table, her hands wrapped around a coffee cup, laughing about something she'd seen at work and the next thing she knew, she'd been seen.
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
Reading Canada Reads: When The Pine Needles Fall
Welcome back to my Reading Canada Reads series, where I take you all along as I attempt to read as much of the Canada Reads longlist as I possibly can. This year’s theme: one book to change the narrative.
By Kelsey Clarey12 months ago in BookClub
Superman: The First Great Leap
Like Luke Skywalker or the Lone Ranger, he is an indelible piece of heroic Americana. He is every bit the equal of Popeye or Mickey Mouse in sheer recognition. But he’s bigger than all of that.
By Tom Baker12 months ago in Geeks
butterfly?
How am I supposed to know? If these empty years, full of chewing on dust and missed connections while my gaze ever turns
By Chloë J.12 months ago in Poets
Help Wanted: AI Vigilante Task Force
I was on the fence about whether I should write this piece or not. But I decided to do it. I don't want it to be an angry tirade and I am aiming to keep my emotions in check, but it would be dishonest to say I’m not upset.
By D.K. Shepard12 months ago in Writers
Childish Semantics
Jenny, an inquisitive eight-year-old, took pride in discovering new words. From the day she learned to read, she exhausted her parents with endless questions about their meaning. This prompted a gift. An urgent gift in the form of a pocket-sized dictionary.
By Lamar Wiggins12 months ago in Fiction
Penelope in Israel
Paralysed I perceived deeper within and wider without, Entering the El Al² plane fluttering to Israel stout. ----- Never had I been so afraid and so proud to be Jewish.
By Patrick M. Ohana12 months ago in Poets
Businesswoman Chapter 49
“So you don’t….” Lisa suggested. “I never have,” Loreen replied. “It was up to the age of fourteen when I broke away….” “I, from the age of seven knew.”
By Skyler Saunders12 months ago in Chapters
She Chose Her
She realised it was time, Time to face the obvious, That which she has run from for eternity. ** She has spent decades wearing a mask,
By Colleen Millsteed 12 months ago in Poets
Fauns in your Area?
A/N: This is a satirical piece written in the format of a pamphlet. A little bit of social commentary to make the reader think - I'd love to hear what it means to you in the comments! Happy reading!
By ThatWriterWoman12 months ago in Fiction
FEBRUARY - 1963
February -, 1963 My dearest Meg, I know you’re wondering why I didn’t date this letter. There’s a good reason for that I’m hoping you’ll be reading this by Valentine’s Day but knowing how slow the mail moves around here, there’s no way to be sure. I wish I was there to take you to a fancy restaurant, buy you a box of chocolates, and a very large bouquet of red roses. My, wonderful, darling, Meg, I miss you so much.
By Margaret Brennan12 months ago in Fiction
Winter’s Nocturne
Darkness descends, rumours collide into a starry sombre sight, I almost fall asleep, deep slumber roars from my inner thigh.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár12 months ago in Poets
Writing Down The Bones Deck #5
This post is inspired by Denise E Lindquist. I never would have known about this deck of cards if it wasn't for her. So thank you Denise for sharing this lovely deck of cards with all of us on Vocal.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹12 months ago in Writers
The Incel Thing
Have you noticed that articles about incels seem to be written by extremely angry members of all sexes? This spewing of raging resentment, combined with a complete unwillingness to acknowledge the other side at all has become tedious, and frankly embarrassing, to the concept of human intelligence.
By Marlena Guzowski12 months ago in Humans
Let Me Know
When you’re ready, let me know. When you’re tired of doing it yourself, let me know. When you get done sinning in the shadows, let me know.
By K.I.M.12 months ago in Poets
The race against time
A nostalgic wave hits me as I glance down at the book clutched tightly in my grasp… ‘A Wrinkle in Time’. A kaleidoscope of colour swirls dizzily around me… or am I spinning inside a massive paint pot of rainbow hues? Magenta mixes with turquoise and liquid gold. Each strand of coloured ‘thread’ unspooling… playfully looping around its neighbour, winding around me. The vertiginous sight is startling and exhilarating. Tingling ‘pins and needles’ prick my extremities… fingers and toes twitch. Tinkling notes of a glockenspiel gently dance around me… a joyous anthem, unknown but somehow familiar.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶12 months ago in Fiction