Life
The Tragic Night Of Santika Club Fire
And so our story begins before it's over. We hope you will never forget it. It starts with a chance encounter - three hikers backpacking their way through the densely wooded terrain of the Colorado Rockies. But let's leave this tale of tragedy in the wilderness behind for now and journey to the bustling streets of Bangkok, Thailand, on a fateful New Year's Eve that would also be unforgettable.
By Emmanuel Awoyemi2 years ago in Writers
STRANGE FACTS ABOUT SOME FAMILIAR HABITS
Orange or yellow OK more garbs going from liquefying hot to freezing cold and what tone do they wear so I did a cycle of digging I was asking why it resembled that this custom isn't quite so old as you would naturally suspect most specialists have messy penmanship.
By ZEKRI Amina2 years ago in Writers
Evolution of a Writer
All my life, I’ve told stories in some way. Before I could hold a crayon, I made up stories and told them in spoken form. Before I learned how to write, I told stories by drawing pictures. The earliest story I remember “writing” was at age four. It was about a little girl who got sent to timeout because she wouldn’t take a nap, told in a series of pictures because I didn’t know how to spell the words I wanted to use. Another story from around the same time was about a dog who got a tummy ache from eating trash. These early stories were simple, inspired by real-life experiences, and not particularly noteworthy. That would come later.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Writers
"The Adivasi"
I'm always enthusiastic about learning about diverse communities, delving into their rich histories, cultures, and traditions. Today, I'd like to introduce you to a fascinating tribal community known as the "Adivasi." There are countless intriguing aspects to their way of life, and I'll share some of the most captivating details with you.
By Gouri Murmu2 years ago in Writers
Then and Now
The first ever piece that I published here on Vocal is “What a Glass of Merlot Can Hold: Seeing Past the Now.” As I am writing this, I see the irony in that subtitle; perhaps deep down I knew I would be referencing it someday in the future. Reading that piece two years after writing it, I still think it’s a solid short story. However, I also noticed quite a few things I would like to edit and improve upon. I didn’t remember every detail that I chose to include so, in a way, it was like reading something new to me, yet so familiar.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Writers
Finding My Voice
"A Night Under the Stars: The start of something beautiful" was my first piece published on Vocal. When I decided to take a risk and enter a story in the Date Night challenge a couple years ago, I began the journey to discovering who I am as a writer and what I can create when given a prompt. At that point, this process was entirely new to me. I have always been a writer, but this was different. At that point, I was just developing a style of my own.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Writers
It started in Junior High
TW: Depression, death, fire. I remember it started when I was in Junior High; let's say around 13 years old. I was going through The Change. My feelings were bigger, my thoughts were deeper (or so I thought), and my perception of the world was, well, bleak. These were the precursor days of the teenage goth phase, and 14 years later I still say it is NOT a phase!
By Rae Janney2 years ago in Writers
Torn Pages
The words of my first story are forever lost in a landfill somewhere on Long Island. Maybe they still exist, if they haven't already been burned to ashes layered into the quickly forgotten history of mundane life. The pages disintegrated, piled on top of each other, just discarded trivial pieces of everyday life from more than twenty years ago.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Writers
"Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder". Content Warning.
**Enchanted Aeries: The Winged Unicorns of Wonder** Once upon a time, in a realm beyond the clouds, there existed a land of pure enchantment called "Enchanted Aeries." It was a place where dreams took flight and imagination knew no bounds. Here, amidst the soft pastel skies and twinkling stars, lived the Winged Unicorns of Wonder – ethereal beings with wings as delicate as gossamer and horns that shimmered like stardust.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Writers
That Poem I Wrote when I was 12
The first piece of writing that was very important to me personally was a rhyming poem, not the first poem I ever wrote, but the first one I went through the process and re-reading and editing a few times through. It was the first poem I wanted to be proud of, the first poem I wanted to share with others. I was 12 years old, and I had recently fallen in love with reading. I had a reading assignment in school, I don’t remember the book, but I know I went through it fast and talked about it a lot with my Mom, who had her own life-long love of reading fiction and literature. She saw a spark in me and gave me her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and said, “Let’s see how you do with this book.” Harper Lee’s novel is not exactly written for 12-year-olds with its heavy themes of racism, ethics, and the law, but I managed her prose and vocabulary and found myself captivated by the story and its young narrator, Scout. I loved it. I loved the experience of escapism and learning at the same time.
By Julia Jankowski2 years ago in Writers
Disappearing Woman. Top Story - September 2023.
"Disappearing Woman In silence, she's been bound She's here, but gone without a trace Nowhere to be found" The hot, summer sun beat through the window of my bedroom, the song of cicadas leading my small, clumsy hands in their creaking ballad of inspiration. Britney Spears smiled down at me from a poster above my white, wicker desk, her pigtails adorned with tufts of white feathers, beaming a porcelain smile that had yet to crack under the pressure of stardom.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Writers
