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Let It Flow
a creeping feeling engulfed my body muscles heavy but elastic mysterious beat ramping up slowly evocative and animastic I pump myself out of the deep pocket
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Poor Memory
I have always wanted a bouquet of friends. Colorful, vivid with the scent of life. One of each of my favorite flowers Plucked from a year, a generation, a time.
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
February the Fiery Month
I have been trying not to get totally consumed by the Winter Olympic Games from Italy. They seem to be televised almost 24 hours a day. If it is not live, then it is a replay.
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in FYI
The Peasant and the Devil: The Unwritten Ending
Once upon a time, there was a crafty and far-sighted peasant. Anyone with a parent who read them a copy of "Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales" as a child knows the tale of the farmer who bested the Devil in a game of wits. However, I happen to know what became of the farmer after the fairy tale ends. You see, dear reader, all legends and myths have a basis in truth, but once a dozen or so generations of story-tellers come and go, all having added their own little twists and embellishments and sensitivities, things tend to get hidden or disappear altogether. That is when folks of good authority (such as yours truly) come out of the woodwork to set things straight.
By Ian Readabout a month ago in Fiction
Jack’s Met Someone Special
‘I wonder what this one will be like?’ Janice spooned a dollop of Bolognese from the pan and popped it into her mouth, savouring the flavours before swallowing.
By Matthew Bathamabout a month ago in Fiction
On nothing in particular.
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jeanabout a month ago in Poets
The Guitar Playing Cowboy
He never arrived the ordinary way. No horse at the gate. No spurs clinking. No gravel crunching beneath hooves. If anyone had been watching from a distance, they would have sworn nothing approached at all.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooperabout a month ago in Fiction
I Don't Need My Phone... Wait, Is That Actually True?
My parents gave me my first cell phone when I was twelve years old. It wasn't a fancy iPhone or anything, not even close. Just a simple black flip phone for when I needed to call or text them after school.
By Madison "Maddy" Newtonabout a month ago in Humans
No-one learns to sail without first lifting the anchor. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
I know, you want to turn away, For me to teach you how To make walls so thick that pain accumulates Like leaves, decomposing in the external shadow.
By Hannah Mooreabout a month ago in Poets
A Monk, The Om, A Metronome
David Harlann had spent 14 years as a field medic. The horrors of mangled bodies and shot-off limbs were commonplace to him. Just another Tuesday strewn with blood.
By Gabriel Shamesabout a month ago in Fiction
room for rage. Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
let it out. . start with the plates: break them. watch them shatter on graffiti-covered concrete. scream. scream until you've shredded your voice, your lungs, your throat to
By Raistlin Allenabout a month ago in Poets
Part 2 Interview With Joe Patterson, Author Of Melanin Memoirs
This is my second interview with Joe Patterson. His 4th anniversary writing on Vocal will be in March 2026. He has one achievement on Vocal, The Other Foot. He has over 17,000 reads on Vocal since he started on Vocal in 2022. Joe Patterson is very creative poet and rapper. Joe is deep thinker and I feel it is reflected in his latest published book, Melanin Memoirs.
By Mariann Carrollabout a month ago in Interview
thankful for the children
when a stranger sees my ring and congratulates me by saying, "love is love," and asking if my husband and i got hitched right after gay marriage was legalized, i coolly say,
By kpabout a month ago in Pride
On Combatting Despair
We are in the last hours of the Wood Snake year, and it shows. * The cosmic shrugs are getting longer, harder – birth contractions marking
By David Muñozabout a month ago in Poets
Create a Story
"Create a Story." Left-clicked. "Title" "Subtitle" "Upload Image: Select a file." Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.
By Mack D. Amesabout a month ago in Humans
Berganashio - Chapter 31
Larkin and Villi had been on the floor of the throne room for quite awhile. The shock was immense. How could they even begin with tracking down dragons who had stolen away their parents?
By Rowan Finley about a month ago in Fiction
Open the door — walk free —ever wakefully !
It’s a wet green chill As the dew witnesses a fragile season down the hill Stamping the ground, a foggy mist spills, And anchoring around its bend, and threading thro’ the glades,
By Madhu Goteti about a month ago in Poets
If You Write A Book, Don’t Tell Anyone
There are days when I’m grateful Amazon doesn’t tell me specifically who has bought my book and who hasn’t. If they did, I would be heartbroken when I read the list and noticed all the important names in my life were not on my list of customers.
By Ellen Francesabout a month ago in Writers
Nancy Guthrie: Is a miracle still possible after close to two weeks?
Close to two weeks since Nancy Guthrie's abduction As of February 12, 2026, Nancy Guthrie remains classified as missing for 12 days, but there is no official confirmation that she is deceased. Blood matching Guthrie’s DNA was found on her front porch, indicating she likely suffered an injury during the abduction.
By Cheryl E Prestonabout a month ago in Geeks
Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a month ago in Poets