Life
Papa didn't go anywhere... . Content Warning.
It had been five years since Mahi's father left, but Mahi had not been able to forget him. She would remember her father every time she got up and sat down. In childhood, grandmother used to tell that her parents had become stars in the distant sky. At night, Mahi would go to the terrace and search for her father among the stars in the sky, but the twinkling of any star would not give her peace, instead her eyes would get blurred due to moist eyes, sometimes she would get stuck on the Pole Star, sometimes on the Black Belt and sometimes on the Saptarishi Mandal.
By Deepak kumar joshi2 years ago in Writers
The12 jewels
Once upon a time, in land of the living, there was a boy name Kelvin. He is in his youthful age with lots of desire and passion to be a great and famous person. He was the only child of his mother, but since his dad got remarried, his dad had other children. His parents were divorced when he was at the age of 5. His dad was a Christian and he was from the southern part of the country, while his mom was a Muslim and she was from the northern part of the country. So you should wonder how that would have worked in a struggling like country. Kelvin is this tall, slender and light in complexion person. When his person got divorced there was trouble between both parents on who take the full responsibility of the child. It got to the wild extent that it became a matter of the court, after many attempts the order of the judge was that the child would be under the custody of the father till he is 18 years of age then the mother could be able to have a say in kelvin's life.
By Dole Ayomide2 years ago in Writers
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
