Stream of Consciousness
THE WEIGHT OF FREEDOM’S PRICE
**The Weight of Freedom’s Price: A Story of Survival** I was born into slavery. My earliest memories are of the blistering heat of the Southern sun and the endless fields of cotton stretching out before me. My name is Isaiah, and for most of my life, I knew nothing of freedom. It was a word spoken in hushed tones, something too costly to dream about. Yet, deep within me, a fire flickered, one that even the overseer's whip couldn't extinguish.
By Joan Simbadabout a year ago in Writers
Creative Process or the Brain Exposed. Top Story - September 2024.
Actors: ME MY BRAIN The setting: An ordinary bedroom with the usual bedroom furniture. Lights are off and everything looks eerily dark. Stars can be seen through the only window in the room.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Writers
The Gentleman, My Father
I was four, stepping into kindergarten, giant tears streaming down my cheeks, letting fluid escape my nostrils. My mother knelt at the gate, wiping my face with a squared floral handkerchief pinned mirroring an isosceles triangle. I would look into her eyes and plead, “Do not abandon me.” She would return it with a sigh entangled in warmth and say, “You’ll love it in there.” I would plead, looking at my father with the intention that at least one of them would hand out their arm to me, and the horror would meet its fate.
By Ruhi Hanan about a year ago in Writers
200 - and Counting
Two hundred. That will be the number of stories I've published on Vocal if this one is blessed by the curators. I wouldn't have realized it if I hadn't thought about checking my profile after congratulating another creator about #150. (congrats again, Savannah:)
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Writers
A truth
If you have a truth it could never be taken away from you no matter how quiet it sounds when you say it out loud, it could never be taken away from you no matter if people try and squash it down or dilute the tears it’s cried out, it will remain and be fulfilled, it can never be taken away from you.
By Ruhani Khadijahabout a year ago in Writers
Paid Subscriptions - My Perks
I won't lie. When I first saw the new "exclusive stories" or the new "paid subscribers" update, my first thought was, 'Who would pay for MY exclusive stories?'. I began panicking... wondering what on earth would I ever use that for. How would I ever use that feature? But... this new feature could, maybe, just maybe, help me guide my way towards my own passions.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Writers
St Paul
Paul's letters are stil relevant even in this modern society we live in. The sin of men are the same as eons ago we just want to guise it and sweep it under the proverbial rug. We call this foolishnes "woke" but are we really that woke or just desensitized by our sinfull nature inherited by the first Adam when lured by Eve who was deceived by the serpent?
By Mellissa Ludickabout a year ago in Writers
Writing Hard or Hardly Writing?
I haven't managed to write very much in the last few months. I could blame work. I could blame my family or society. But maybe I am just being too much of a perfectionist. My inner critic has been a real bitch lately. I’ve been so worried about publishing something sub-par, I haven’t published anything at all save a few short poems.
By Leslie Writesabout a year ago in Writers
