Life
The old man and me
I was 23 years old, I had just graduated from university. I was looking for a suitable job. It was a hot summer day. It was around 10 o'clock in the morning, I left the house, bought a newspaper and went to sit in the square near the house to read the advertisement page. I checked all the seats, they were either occupied or right in the way of the burning sun. There were no trees above the benches to provide shade. I had to sit on a bench in the sun. A tall handsome old man was sitting on the bench next to me, which was completely in the shade, and he was reading a book.
By night time stories2 years ago in Writers
The Sun.
The sun: Our Life-Giving Cosmic Furnace Introduction The Sun, a brilliant ball of blazing hot gas at the center of our solar system, has held a profound fascination for humans throughout history. Its radiant presence in our sky has inspired myths, religions, and scientific exploration. Often taken for granted, the Sun is a celestial powerhouse that plays a vital role in sustaining life on Earth. In this article, we will delve into the mysteries of the Sun, exploring its composition, energy production, and its profound influence on our planet.
By Mahzabien Fredous Maisha2 years ago in Writers
According To This Man I'm Insane
Well this little milestone kinda crept up on me, story number 400 on Vocal Media (does that get any sort of a bonus VM?) I suppose it stands for something, maybe a triumph of optimism over experience. Or perhaps a sign of stubborn determination to keep doing something despite the odds of anything meaningful coming from it.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Writers
Be Me, a Vocal+ Member. Top Story - September 2023.
Wake up, brush teeth, look at the Vocal app. Oh, a red dot! Realize it’s only creators I’ve subscribed to posting new stories. Swallow equal parts disappointment that no one has engaged with my stories and impostor syndrome that I can’t seem to match these authors’ paces. Promise I’ll go read the new stories later.
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Writers
Baby's Night Out. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.
**This story contains a mention of pregnancy and childbirth.** I just dropped my kid off at something called ‘Parent’s Night Out,' hosted by our Karate dojo. My husband is with his friends at their annual all day game we affectionately refer to as ‘all gay dame.’ So I have the night to myself. It occurred to me that I could use a clever title for my little solo excursion. My buddy Malinda offered ‘baby’s night out’ and I think that fits. It implies wandering in a childlike state of exploration for the simple pleasures in life. A rare treat for a mama with a nine to five and a husband who works most nights and weekends.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Writers
Releasing the Secret Enthusiasm: Investigating the Erotic Side of Composing . Content Warning.
Presentation Composing is many times seen as a consistent and organized pursuit, however underneath the surface lies a rich and sexy world ready to be investigated. Figuring out the exotic part of reviewing opens new roads for imagination and articulation. Embracing enthusiasm recorded as a hard copy delivers crude feelings and makes a more profound association between the essayist and the peruser.
By Sofiane Zerrouni2 years ago in Writers
What hymns are traditionally sung at funerals?
Traditional Funeral Hymns: A Musical Tribute to Life and Remembrance Funerals are solemn occasions where we gather to pay our respects and bid farewell to loved ones who have passed away. Music plays a significant role in these ceremonies, offering comfort, solace, and a means to express emotions that words alone may not capture. One of the enduring traditions in funeral services is the singing of hymns. In this article, we will explore some of the traditional funeral hymns that have provided solace and inspiration for generations, offering a timeless musical tribute to the departed.
By Edward Gray2 years ago in Writers
Jumbled Thoughts
I stare at the screen wondering what to write. A lot I have written has been raw and painful, but real. I never really have an initial direction for my pieces. All of this is just to find some sort of silence within me. The chaos I am surrounded by has been all-consuming and endless. Even in the nights that are supposed to be quiet, I greet the horrible thoughts like an old friend.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Writers
