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Kaelos and Lyla
It was a hot steamy day in Ancient Greece, a city known for its art and marble quarries. The heat is intense and the air smells of dust and olive oil. My name is Kaelos and I carve statues. Statues from gods, to normal people, to animals, bugs whatever you can think of I do. I left at 18 to pursue my passion, sometimes it gets lonely but I pour everything I have into my work and they pour back. Im commissioned by the wealthy cruel merchant to carve a statue of the “Perfect Maiden”. I hate working for him, but I need the money so I accept the job.
By Christian Sanchezabout 4 hours ago in Writers
Take Off Your Prose!. Content Warning.
Welcome to the Temple of the Profane. I know, right? Whodathunk I’d ever encourage end rhyme? If it’s offensive, I’m okay with it. Grab a pint of Guinness or Jameson’s and don’t tell me “dirty limerick” is redundant. I’m well aware that if it isn’t dirty, it’s not a true limerick. But some people try to ruin a good time with some puritan Pollyanna bullshit every chance they get. I’ve read some clean limericks, and there’s something about them that’s more wrong than an olive in a Bloody Mary or a stalk of celery in a fucking martini. If I can figure out how, I’ll fine anyone who tries to sneak a clean limerick in here, and I’ll press criminal charges if sentimentality enters the equation. It has no place outside of Hallmark cards and movies, and we’re not dumbing down this room.
By Harper Lewisabout 10 hours ago in Writers
Andreas Szakacs: Building Cinema With Precision, Purpose, and Creative Leadership
In a film industry often shaped by speed, visibility, and short-term momentum, Andreas Szakacs has taken a more deliberate route. His career as an actor, producer, and creative leader reflects a commitment to precision, intention, and sustained artistic development rather than constant exposure. Over time, this approach has positioned him as a figure increasingly associated with thoughtful storytelling, technical discipline, and collaborative leadership.
By Andreas Szakacsa day ago in Writers
Black History, Groundhogs And Valentines - A Mikeydred February Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators
Introduction Every so often, we set prompts in the Vocal Social Society. We offer a dollar tip to five random creators who take part and ask them to share their stories in the comments and on the thread in the group.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Writers
New Doors To Open - A Mikeydred January Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators
Introduction The Five Tip Stories Added Every so often, I set prompts in the Vocal Social Society and offer a dollar tip to five random creators who take part in it and ask them to share their stories in the comments and on the thread in the group.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Writers
2025, In So Many Words
About a year ago, I posted my first piece here on Vocal in years. In Making it Hard to Fail, I talked about my goals for the new year in response to a challenge prompt. My goal was simple: to write for 15 minutes a day. No more was required, though as I suspected (and found in executing this plan) more did often follow.
By Raistlin Allen2 days ago in Writers
Show Me Your Prose!. Content Warning.
I’ve caught the unofficial challenge bug again, and I have a lot of devious ideas (like my Cthulu’s Challenge: poetry in pig latin, but I’ll probably save that one for next Christmas or some other time when the sweetness gets a bit too cloying for my tastes.
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Writers
Uneasy
The flickering lights seemed to bounce my legs up and down. I was feeling uneasy in this room full of old magazines and a wall that seemed to have seen generations of people. There was no smell that was distinct but the queazy feeling went up to my nose and for some reason queasiness smells like the icy cold air in the morning. Everyone around me was on their phones but my mind was too busy to be looking at mine. I wore a formal outfit and I thought this kind of outfit would make me feel more confident but instead, it made me feel less than. I tried to enlarge myself in my head but it felt like trying to stretch out a rock - it was impossible. I tried deep breathing but I felt like for every anxiety I breathed out, the more anxiety I breathed in. Then someone walked in and called my name. It was now time for my job interview.
By Marianne Lee4 days ago in Writers
