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Four Years On Vocal
Introduction I started on Vocal over four years ago with this piece, although it seemed to me the focus was on fiction and poetry, two things I had not really touched since school, although there were other "communities" which I did not explore for a while (I have now posted in every community).
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Writers
Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations Opens Its Doors to the Public
A Hidden Realm of Magical Education Emerges Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations, long considered a myth by even the most devout magical scholars, has officially revealed itself to the modern world. Tucked within the Enchanted Thistlewood Forest, the prestigious school announced a historic public opening for select non-magical visitors and aspiring magic-wielders alike.
By CyberFlex-TV6 months ago in Writers
The Clockmaker's Secret
In the quiet village of Windmere, nestled between green hills and silver lakes, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias Greaves. His shop sat at the corner of the cobbled main street, filled with the soft ticking of countless timepieces, from tiny pocket watches to grand floor clocks that boomed on the hour.
By Hamdan Khan7 months ago in Writers
The woman who wrote through silence . AI-Generated.
Do you see this woman? She was mocked, dismissed, humiliated, and cast aside… simply because she was born a woman. Her name was Grazia Deledda. Born in the rugged hills of Nuoro, Sardinia — a land where girls were taught to sew, not to dream.
By Muhammad sufyan7 months ago in Writers
100 Tiny Joys: How Ordinary Moments Create an Extraordinary Life (No Grand Gestures Needed)
I was elbow-deep in dishwater, scrubbing burnt oatmeal off a pan I’d neglected again, when it hit me: Life wasn’t happening "out there." It wasn’t waiting for a promotion, a vacation, or some seismic shift. It was here. In the stubborn oatmeal. In the lukewarm soap suds. In the way the morning sun hit the bubbles, turning them into shimmering, temporary galaxies. I almost missed it – again – chasing the phantom of "extraordinary."
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Writers





