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Hi, Everyone! Here you will find where and how you can submit work without agents or publicists and enjoy building your portfolio from there! Along with my Big Industry LEAK share... for those pursuing the higher path needing to know which agencies and publicists to contact I will share stuff here on an ongoing basis, so you always have the most up to date information that I have found and know needs to be shared with all of you, so that everyone will have all the best opportunities possible!
By Jennifer Cooley3 years ago in Writers
Ode to the Forgotten Key
In the symphony of existence, where the grand crescendo of novelty often captures our attention, there exists an unsung hero, overlooked yet eternally steadfast. Let us delve into the forgotten corners of our perception and celebrate an artifact of quiet eminence - the unassuming key. This tribute is an ode to the key, an emblem that bridges chasms, unlocks destinies, and whispers tales of yore.
By Brajesh Sharma3 years ago in Writers
When Deja vu beckons
This, my first poem on Vocal, was written two years ago and read by just one single, solitary, lone Author, Grz Colm. Thank you so much for being brave enough to go back into the dark ages to read my first entry on Vocal Grz, it means a lot.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Writers
The Amazing Life and Times of Ernest Hemingway
What would you do if meeting Picasso, Renoir, Joan Miro, T.S. Elliot, Mattise and Monet is not enough to appease your excitement?
By Rene Volpi 3 years ago in Writers
The first story I wrote
Now I know they said not to write about something from school. However, this piece was of my own creativity and my introduction to writing fiction. It was year 10 of school and we were tasked with writing a mystery short story for English class.
By C Louise3 years ago in Writers
Some Foods To Consume Regular To Reduce Blood Pressure Level.
High blood pressure is a major health risk that is all too common in the general population and can be fatal if the patient does not receive immediate medical assistance.
By Gentle soul3 years ago in Writers
ECHOES OF TIME
In a tranquil, curious town settled between moving slopes and thick backwoods, a one of a kind peculiarity known as the "Reverberations of Time" spellbound the occupants. Consistently, just before the late spring solstice, an entrancing situation would unfurl, consuming the space with a feeling of miracle and secret.
By Manoj kumar behera3 years ago in Writers
Reflecting on Silver Line of Power
My first and favorite story, Silver Line of Power. Today, I’m writing about a literary journey. These are my thoughts on my first story "Silver Line of Power," which was based on a dream I had when I was nine. I had seen several western and civil war movies, and always thought it would be cool to grow up in the cowboy era. I made a quick note of my dream in my dream journal, but didn’t actually start writing it as a story until I was 14.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Writers
Where is the love?
It's 7am and i am sitting right across the street, thinking, wondering how no matter how hard life fucks us, everything keeps going. i know our dreams are different, i know we live our lives differently, we do and see things in differnt lights.
By Ayomide Adekoya3 years ago in Writers
Me and My Boyfriend Wrote a Story On The Spot — And Halfway Through I Cried
It was 18:17 on July 29th. We stood, me and Ben, in my mom’s kitchen, rigatoni pasta boiling beside us. And I was crying because I couldn’t poison the water supply.
By em3 years ago in Writers
The Symphony of Serendipity
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, lived a young woman named Elara. She possessed an insatiable curiosity for life and a deep love for music. Elara had an extraordinary ability to hear the music hidden in the world around her, from the whispering wind to the babbling brook, and even the rustling leaves.
By Jasmina3 years ago in Writers
Rain Writing
I’ll often stand beneath the rain. It feels like a soothing balm gently calming the torrent that often crashes through my life. I used to think of it as purifying, that it could wash away every harsh memory entrenched in the fibres of my being; but that was impossible.
By Griffen Helm3 years ago in Writers