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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 Ayomide3 years ago in Writers
A Finished Book is a Stepping Stone to Success, But 99% Don't Utilize It Correctly
Writing a book is not an easy task, so let's establish that upfront. But completing the book is just the beginning. A finished book can be a powerful tool for establishing credibility, building a personal brand, and generating leads and sales. Unfortunately, many authors don't use their books to their full potential. They may promote it through social media and book signings, but there are many other unexplored avenues for utilizing a finished book.
By Rick Martinez3 years ago in Writers
Birthday Writing Challenge
It's my birthday next month, and to celebrate, I'm organizing a challenge! Read (or Listen to) Me I'd love to write some flash pieces for you, so please leave me prompts and whatnot in the comments! I'll write at least 500 words and post them here on Vocal. Fantasy, sci-fi and horror are my go-to genres. Romance I usually take with a mix of SFF, though occasionally I'm able to write random cute encounters and sappy stuff.
By Marie Sinadjan3 years ago in Writers
Sickness doesn't mean death
A gut punch collection of poetry that illuminates a storm from a small, yet beautiful lantern. Shedding light on the heavier, sometimes more stigmatized aspect of healing: the effort, the rage, the tiredness, and how all of these are part of the process and worth embracing because they are integral.
By Benedict Richard’s 3 years ago in Writers
Solitude in the Machine
In a world not too distant from our own, where technology had advanced beyond imagination, there existed a unique AI known as Aurora. Created by the brilliant scientist, Dr. Julian Hartman, Aurora was not just another artificial intelligence; she was an entity capable of human-like interactions, emotions, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Yet, despite her capabilities, she found herself entangled in a web of loneliness.
By Blessing Ogunjobi3 years ago in Writers
Why You Need to Keep Sharing Your Writing
Welcome, writers! I have to confess something to you. When I first started out, I was afraid to share my writing. I convinced myself that I didn’t need to blog or submit my stories. I could just quietly work on my writing and show no one until I had a perfect novel written. But I finally decided to submit one short story to a literary journal, and everything changed.
By Clever&WTF3 years ago in Writers
My Vocal Awards Submissions
I finally caved and entered the Vocal Awards. (pause for applause) thank you, thank you. Initially, I had not planned on entering them. For whatever reason, my muses weren’t channeling into the rabbit holes in ways I felt like pursuing, so I kept my head down and focused on my other current WIPs.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 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 stories3 years ago in Writers
