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A Sapphic Story I wrote in 2008
Carol Patience sighed as her back was fixed against the purple sheets on the bed. The seventeen year old thought it was a very strange way to celebrate her birthday. Lying on her bed, semi naked whilst her girlfriend, was somewhere around the flat. Carol stood up and stared at herself at the rectangle shaped mirror on the wall. She certainly noticed that her changes from two years ago. Never would she have thought that she would have a girlfriend, around twice her age. Carol was fourteen when she first met Grace Butterfly, after being bit by a snake and found her self out of planet earth.
By Chloe Gilholy3 years ago in Critique
A Christmas Story Review
Since the Holidays are coming up, I thought I’d review a film which I think is perfectly appropriate for the occasion. And what better title to review than the timeless classic known as “A Christmas Story”? Since this movie was released in the year I was born in, this is yet another film that I’ve known pretty much my whole life. And I have seen this movie at least several times during my childhood. Now, what made this movie so special is that it wasn't really a Christmas story as the title implies, but rather, it was a drama with a few moments of humor here and there. And once you start watching it, you will quickly realize this isn’t your typical Christmas themed movie. It doesn’t revolve around the legend of Santa Claus and the myth about him traveling across the world to bring toys to children. No, this is a more realistic story that tells us that sometimes what we want isn’t really what we need. Originally released November 18th, 1983, this film is set in the 1940s, long before the time of the film's release, and long before digital age which we live in today. Anyway, the story in this film is basically a drama story told in the form of a narration by Ralphie when he has come of age, as he shares his childhood experiences with the audience about what happened to him on that particular day during the Holiday season. And needless to say, it was a Christmas that he would remember for a VERY long time. And let me tell you, this movie sure has left quite an impression on me that lasted for just as long. I watched this movie 30 years ago as a kid. And 30 years later, it’s high time I did a review of it. Though, keep in mind, I haven’t seen this movie in ages despite that I remember very specific parts of it by heart. So forgive me if some or all of these scenes are not in the correct order.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Critique
To Write or Not to Write?
This was my very first story on Vocal. I wrote it two years ago for the Doomsday Diary challenge and even though it obviously did not place in the challenge, it remains one of my most-read stories. It was published before Vocal made comments on stories possible, so it has no comments on it as of now.
By Lana V Lynx3 years ago in Critique
From Solitude to Success: The Journey of a Lonely Boy to a Thriving Entrepreneur
In the bustling city of dreams, there once lived a little boy named Alex. With no friends to call his own, he often found himself lost in the crowd, feeling like an outsider. While other children laughed and played together, Alex wandered through the streets, yearning for companionship. However, this lonely boy would grow to become an extraordinary entrepreneur, defying all odds and finding his place in the world of business.
By Danel Garcia3 years ago in Critique
Under the Oak Tree (An Inkling of Novel)
Before we get to the critiquing... At this point, this 'prologue' is part of a romantic fiction short story I am hoping to enter into the Vocal Writing Awards. (VWAs). But what I noticed as I planned it, I had the makings of a novel idea.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Critique
Tales of Tilly.
I looked at the broken mirror and the reflection was not of my own, that I saw looking back in the conservatory, it was a vine that looked like a snake had twisted and entwined itself around about us. It seemed as though the room was filling with steam, so I opened the windows at the top of the wrought iron staircase and instantly could feel the air and oxygen coming through. It was a hot summers day with the Sun out in full force glaring at the pained glass, showing every scratch from the cleaning of the windows over the years. The blinding refractions coming from all around the conservatory,the tiny droplets of water I had sprayed on the Elderflower. Hated the damn white flowers to give birth to the poisonous berries,the whole damn thing was irritatingingly devious,white petal flowers like whiter than white to show off virginity and then the red blood stained berries that represented the earth women of periods,these bleeds where your stomach would bloat and cramp like you had eaten the bloody berries causing severe stomach trauma.Then childbirth if you were cursed with such an infliction without a wedding ring.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Critique
