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When Hatred Rules
You have your reasons Nobody questions that You have your stories We all heard it You have your sentiments Some believe it
By Ann ☕️12 months ago in Poets
Butterflies and Songbirds
What would you choose as your last memory? The last thing you would ever see? What small animal would you like to be? William hated questionnaires, but this would be the last one he ever filled out. His doctors had given him less than a week to live and one last choice to make. One he and his wife had made long ago. Jenna had figured it all out. She’d always been the planner, and he was grateful to be the one she picked to make her dreams come true. The first part of the plan had gone into effect three years, seven months, and a week of tear-blurred days ago, when Jenna had made her final journey. Always leading the way. Some of her students, her kids, had thrown a going-away party. William didn’t have to worry about any of that. Before her, it had always been his plan to disappear from this world without a trace. Jenna had convinced him to leave something in this world, if not this time.
By Sean A.12 months ago in Fiction
Vocal Bonus Leaderboard: 02/12/2025
Welcome to our weekly Leaderboard update! We're delighted to highlight Vocal's most popular stories and emerging talents. Join us as we recognize this week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
By Vocal Team12 months ago in Resources
Mentally Destroyed by you
Mentally Destroyed By You Mentally destroyed by you. My mind, my bones, fractured, broken. Bruises faded but stay in my mind.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
55
I turned 55 on Sunday, Feb. 2, the Groundhog Day. And it hit me hard. I do occasionally suffer from the Birthday Blues. You know, no one's getting younger and every year is another wrinkle on your face and in other places. I know, I know, there are a lot of people even in this community who might think, "55! I wish I were that young again!" and I do understand them. I really do. We all have different perspectives on our own age.
By Lana V Lynx12 months ago in Psyche
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
My eyes wandered across the device in James’ downtown garage. Various metal tubes, dials, and glowing canisters of strange liquid were spread over the surface.
By Bradley Ramsey12 months ago in Fiction
Through the Lens Challenge Winners
Photography is more than just capturing images—it’s about freezing moments in time that tell a story, evoke emotion, and reveal a unique perspective. In the Through the Lens Challenge, we asked Vocal+ creators to share a photograph that captures a powerful moment and the story behind it. The result? An extraordinary collection of heartfelt, thought-provoking, and visually stunning pieces that truly embodied the essence of storytelling through photography.
By Vocal Curation Team12 months ago in Resources
The Child Of Shadows. Content Warning.
Who am I? Did you not see my tears pouring down my bruised face? Did you not hear me scream while I faded, Like a vampire afraid to face the night?
By Carol Ann Townend12 months ago in Poets
Rise of "Le Matriarche" (Part 2)
Wrestling fans all over Canada, and even all over the world, were still talking about what took place in Hamilton, Ontario. What started out as a planned confrontation ended with a brutal and shocking betrayal. Janine Brock, the World Champion of the Women's Wrestling Brigade, had been taunted and teased by the mysterious Le Matriarche, a notorious Quebecoise wrestling villainess looking to rule WWB. During all of this, Janine confided in her friend and mentor, Collette Shannon, a wrestling legend and a fellow Ontarian, regarding her ordeal.
By Clyde E. Dawkins12 months ago in Fiction
Christopher
Christopher turned off the computer at his desk and began to get ready to leave work. He’d been employed by the insurance company for 12 years and the routine had become something he did nearly unconsciously. As he went through the revolving front door, the wind seemed to pick up just to inconvenience him. It had snowed and there were few footprints on the walk. Makes sense, he thought. Very few people would be leaving the office this early.
By Marie McGrath12 months ago in Fiction
Alright, Enough
“That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end.” ― Elizabeth Wurtzel
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
The Last Storm
Listen to your heart. Michelle Liew ************************************************ He'd survived worse. He always did. James, a cantankerous, stubborn old man, had lived in the same cabin in the woods all his life. The howling echo of the wind and rain deluges made their presence constant, as did the still, eerie silence. James glanced toward the storm, hearing its deceptive call.--it carried something strange, unspoken.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Fiction
Nowhere
A container, rust-bitten, half-eaten by the sun, sitting alone like it’s always been here. Like it belongs. - People come here to disappear.
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Poets
My Thoughts On Broadway’s Sunset Boulevard
(No spoilers!) A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of seeing Sunset Boulevard on Broadway with my family, and it did not disappoint.
By angela hepworth12 months ago in Critique
The Redeemer
"For we do not know the beasts the night dreams when it grows too long for God to even be awake." Hildred Castaigne ~ "Whatever walked there, walked alone."
By The Invisible Writer12 months ago in Fiction
What’s In a Title – You Can Call Me Lord
Titles A title is one or more words used before or after a person's name in certain contexts. It can mean a generation, an official position, or a professional or academic qualification.
By Calvin London12 months ago in Humor
The Deportation at Bachelors Grove Cemetery Feb 2025
Bachelors Grove Cemetery has been an urban legend in Chicago for decades. Since the late 1950s, strange disturbances plagued the once-forgotten burial ground—graves desecrated, headstones slipped over, and eerie lights flickering through the sparse trees. Paranormal investigators, thrill-seekers, and the occasional criminal prowled the grounds until the police patrolled the area nightly to keep away the curious, the reckless, and those with far darker intentions. The police patrols occasionally would come across something not easily explained away.
By Bruce Curle `12 months ago in Horror
So Brave, So Proud (AKA Hero's Lament). Content Warning.
Tallulah should be smiling, because it's her fifth birthday. That means balloons, and cake, and presents. It's also Saturday, which means no school. And, thanks to what happened last week, every kid in her class wants to be at her party. Every kid in the school wants to be there, but the garden isn't quite that big.
By L.C. Schäfer12 months ago in Fiction
True Love and Self-Worth: A Reflection on Relationships
When it rains, you will know who will give you an umbrella. Only when something goes wrong do you truly understand who is sincere to you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Medusa. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
Brody took a deep breath and braced himself as the door opened. Thumping base notes and raucous laughter exploded out into the cold March air, carried on the scent of stale beer and sweaty sneakers. Perfect. Just a regular Friday partying with the boys of Theta Chi.
By Angel Whelan12 months ago in Fiction