Life
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 Sanchez2 months ago in Writers
"The Lives We Carry Quietly"
I noticed them the way you notice someone without meaning to –when the room is too still and your mind starts counting small things. A waiting room has its own kind of silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the shuffle of paperwork at the front desk. They sat a few chairs away, hands folded, eyes fixed on nothing in particular, as if they were trying not to take up space. There was a brief awkwardness in their eyes when another stranger entered.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffman2 months ago in Writers
Write Every Day
I am a writer. I haven’t published much, except on these platforms for writers on Medium, on Substack, Facebook, and on two other personal websites, Talking to Spirit, and on my author’s website, PaulineEvanosky.com, and now on VocalMedia. Five years ago, I was a wannabe writer. This year, I can say I am a writer. What exactly is different between those two points? Over 1,000 articles. Taken separately, I’d say okay, so what else? Added together like I just did, I’m wondering why I don’t have a book project going. Ah, that’s for another day.
By Pauline Evanosky2 months ago in Writers
Close Encounters of the Human Kind
There is a protocol to be observed on my lakeside walk. It governs the early morning greeting. Once it is firmly established that you regularly walk, then you graduate from a nod of acknowledgement to eventually saying “Good morning”. After some weeks, you may add a comment on the weather, but that is generally the limit of conversation.
By Keith Butler2 months ago in Writers
Close Encounters of the Human Kind
Early morning exercise over, resting on a park bench watching the sunrise change the light on the water. Thoughts tumbling through my mind, triggered by a bouquet, commemorating some ancestral anniversary, left by a brass plaque of dedication.
By Keith Butler2 months ago in Writers
At the Beginning
There is no better way to begin than to begin. I joined VocalMedia four years ago. For whatever reason, I did no more than that. I didn’t even read, preferring to return to the nests I’d made at Medium and at Substack. As time went on, I wanted more than what I was getting from those two publishing platforms. More morphed into an author’s website at PaulineEvanosky.com and to a revamping of a website I’d had since 2001 on the Blogger platform called TalkingtoSpirit.com. The reason for the shift for that site from a BlueHost website package to the Blogger platform was money. I’d gotten a bill for $735 from BlueHost and said, “That is too darn expensive.” Lo and behold, being on Blogger again, which was free, meant I needed to publish more often. And so, a maniac writer emerged from the shadows.
By Pauline Evanosky2 months ago in Writers
