Stream of Consciousness
What is the Difference?
I just thought of this article from the idea of my previously published drabble of future writing projects. What is the difference between old-school typewriting and keyboarding. In a keyboarding class do they still make the students use correct posture, fingers on homerow, how to figure margins and such beginning skills of beginning typists? Do they have Timed writings for speed and accuracy? How many of us who had Typing in school remember when having these one-minute, three-minute or five-minute writings to make sure of proper finger placement, proper posture with feet flat on the floor and the teacher walking up and down the aisle making sure.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Writers
Writing plans coming up
This is a quick drabble of my upcoming writing articles. First coming attractions in my opinion are a lot of book blurbs of old and new books that I have read, but not complete reviews just to create possible interest. Another idea I had was to offer in this day and age of keyboarding some typing lessons from an old typing textbook I had in high school. Also, I am planning on writing more of my Alphabet stories, as well as more of my art colorings for I just bought a new Bible coloring book. I hope you share thoughts.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Writers
Knives and Forks
Alright, it’s enough, I’m not going to fall asleep anyway, and I can’t stand another hour of staring at this ceiling. Thoughts just drift through my mind, and from all this lying around, my calves start to cramp again. At least I slept through most of yesterday. Paying that debt I built with lifestyle. That helps. With that, I can push through today until the evening, as I did so many times before. I blame her for it anyway. It was definitely her who tore me out of my dreams at half past two in the morning. She did it, and now she’s pretending that nothing happened.
By George Roast6 days ago in Writers
Turning the Ephemeral into the Concrete
Some experiences feel real while they are happening and unreal almost immediately afterward. A conversation that sparks clarity, a realization that reframes a problem, a moment where scattered thoughts suddenly align. In the moment, there is a sense that something solid has been grasped. But without capture, that solidity dissolves. What remains is a faint impression, detached from the reasoning that made it meaningful. The experience was real, but it left no durable trace.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast6 days ago in Writers
In May, I Will Have Written And Read On Vocal Media For Five Years
There are some extremely good writers on this site! It has been almost five years since I started in May 2021 on Vocal, and I continue to feel like a beginner. I was a new writer, then, even though I was an older woman.
By Denise E Lindquist6 days ago in Writers
Early March 2026: 4 Goals Accomplished. Top Story - March 2026.
It's early March and I've now accomplished my 4th writing goal for the year of 2026. Before diving into the behind-the-scenes of it... why not tell you up front what that accomplishment was? I was published in a 2nd publication for this year. Published in Helix Literary Magazine out of Central Connecticut State University. You can read it for free right now!
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile7 days ago in Writers
Ups and Downs
This is a short drabble of my ups and downs here on Vocal, and it seems that there have been many ups and quite a few downs for me and my writing here. I do I feel a lot of reading and commenting on others work here, but where I do have a few loyal followers over these past five years it seems that even though I have recently been on the Leaderboard and received a few TS's it always seems that my stats are always going down more than up I guess that is that darn algorithm I guess.
By Mark Graham8 days ago in Writers
Chance
I saw Chance the other day, slipping down a back alley, morning coffee in hand, a little worse for wear in last night's frock. Leftover mascara crumbled in the corners of her eyes that never stopped scanning the scene for those fickle bitches, the Fates. She was ready to kick their collective ass for once and always.
By Harper Lewis14 days ago in Writers
Fading Ink
The box was never meant to be opened. It had lived quietly on the highest shelf of my childhood closet, taped at the corners, labeled in my own looping handwriting: “Important — Do Not Throw Away.” I used to think anything I labeled important would remain that way forever.
By Jhon smith15 days ago in Writers
The Last Memory: Chapter Six
Trenton locked the bathroom and turned around to wash her face. The cool water felt nice against her skin and after wiping her face with the soft green towel on the towel rack, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was slightly worn with a few wrinkles in the creases of her forehead and surrounding her lips. She looked tired and her blue eyes seemed faded in color, like she had endured a lifetime of experiences already.
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue15 days ago in Writers








