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The Beloved Princess
I remember a little bit about my mother and father. I knew they were in loved. I knew they were close at one time. I knew they were best friends. But I never understood why they parted. I never knew why they separated. My grandmother who raised me said they had loved but as much as they had loved, they had disagreements She believed that my father's family wanted him to marry someone else. And my mother felt isolated and unwanted so she ranaway with me. I longed for my father maybe sometimes even more. My father has always been in my heart but I could not express it. My mother left me when I was twelve and she told me everything she could about my father. She said he was some king in a faraway country. She said many things about how powerful and prestigious he was. And that she wrote him letters about me and she received no response. Now that I am about to marry, where a father supposed to wish his daughter well. I don't know where to turn. I don't even know he would notice me. He probably doesn't care. Maybe father moved on and started a new family. However grandma told me to write him as she gave me his address.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
True Redemption
I remember my father the way he was before what he is now. We used to go on walks and rides throughout the country. We used to bike and see the world. My father was loving, hardworking and honest. My father was caring, good nature and decent. He used to tell me wise stories about life and read to me about what a real man is. He used to have hope for me. Things aren't what they used to be. I'm Kc and my father is President Billy Cleveland. My father was a minister turned politician. He loved people and leading them to the right way. He loved church but he had an urge for justice. He wanted things to get better. Sometimes I think the injustice turned into an ambition because he was determined. But I missed the father who showed his love in practical ways and now that he became President of the United States, things have for certain changed. My mother noticed. Her name was Glo Cleveland. She went from first lady of a church all the way up to First Lady of the United States. My mother for certain noticed the changes in my father but she just dismissed it as job stress. We used to gather at a peaceful dinner but now its just my mother and I.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Boom ta ra! the winners of the Write-a-witch challenge are...
Congratulations to all who entered the unofficial Vocal Write-a-witch awards. There were some truly magical entries and everyone's a winner as far as I am concerned. But of course in any such challenge, choices have to be made. I have selected the six winners, those that I think best match the given criteria. I now need your help in ranking the stories. Please read the linked stories and comment in this thread, on which one you think should be the overall winner. Of course feel free to comment on the stories themselves, but I will only be taking into account those comments that appear below.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Writers
It’s the First of the Month
We know it by many names. October. Spooky Season. Spooktober. …I’m sure there are more out there. Anyhow, with an increase in focus on the scary comes an influx of scary content. New horror book unveilings. New spooky challenges on Vocal, coinciding with a decided uptick in the number of unnerving stories making it to the front page with the vaunted crown of Top Story. They even decided to throw in a holiday at some point to cap it all off. Quiet prescient.
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Writers
What flowers are good for Easter wreaths?
Creating an Exquisite Easter Wreath: A Floral Odyssey Easter, the time of year when nature awakens from its winter slumber and bursts into vibrant hues, is a season that invites us to celebrate renewal, hope, and the joys of life. It’s a time when many of us embrace the age-old tradition of adorning our homes with beautiful Easter wreaths, symbolic of the circle of life and the arrival of spring. As a fervent enthusiast of flowers and their profound meanings, I find myself captivated by the art of crafting Easter wreaths. Let’s embark on a floral odyssey and delve into the exquisite world of Easter wreaths, where nature’s beauty takes center stage.
By Xiong Gang2 years ago in Writers
November Rain Challenge (unofficial)
What is a 6W6L poem, you ask? It is a poem that has six words per line and is six lines long. It is a form that I perfected over the last year. Dharrsheena Raja Segarran gave it its shortened name. It is relatively easy to write and fun, too.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Writers
