An introduction to a socially awkward introvert who actually has a lot to say.
Well, this should be fun. In a face to face setting, this would be my worst nightmare. “Let’s go around the room and tell everyone a little about ourselves…”—I think I’d rather the earth open up and swallow me whole, thanks.
Thankfully, we are not face to face, we are on the internet. And on the internet, I get to pretend to be everything my real-world self isn’t. Confident, outgoing, chatty, inhibition-free… It works here because the whole self-confidence thing means zero. You could’ve already bowed…
Vera splashed a handful of cool water on her face before inspecting the damage in the mirror. A few cuts, some minor bruising, nothing that wouldn’t heal by morning.
She took a slow sip of her scotch and dry, then closed her eyes as she savoured the burn as it made its way down her throat. She’d normally take it neat, but all she had left in the cupboard was a questionable, already-open bottle of Black Douglas. Although the booze wouldn't kill her, she thought the safest bet was to save her tastebuds with the dry ginger ale.
A Musical Story Challenge inspired by The Whitlams
“Don’t be late, I’ll keep the light on.”
“Thanks, Ma, you make the world safe.”
“Ha! You sound like Louis Burdett! Go on, have a good night.”
“I make hamburgers, how good can it get?”
I walked slowly down the streets of Melbourne. I thought of Kate Kelly and how by the end of tonight she wasn’t gonna be my girl. They say fondness makes the heart grow absent, and my heart had been away too long.
I called her up and asked her to meet me at my favourite pub, ‘The…
A Musical Story Challenge
Johnny grabbed the “45” and placed it on the turntable. Mae had Great Expectations when it came to the soundtrack to a summer party. It was an old place, full of Boomboxes and Dictionaries, but the record player set the mood just right.
“We Came To Dance!” shouted Joe as he stumbled in, 6 pack in tow.
“Dance all night, but don’t Get Hurt!” yelled Mae from the kitchen.
Joe grabbed her with a quick spin and dip. “It’s the 59 Sound, dance with me, I’ll take the memory as a Keepsake.”
“Better quit clutching on…
Last month, I read some awesome recaps on favourite stories from the previous month by Paul Combs and Simon Dillon. I decided to take a page out of their books and write my own recap for July which has been a big month for both reading and writing on my part.
That’s the part-truth. I also came up with the terrible title for this article and despite my better judgement convinced myself I had to use it one way or another.
I’ve managed to read and write a lot because unlike many of my friends across the pond, it’s winter…
“This is the worst one yet…” Heather thought to herself as she looked around the cheesy cowboy-themed bar he had chosen for their date.
He was on his second beer, and she was on her third glass of wine. It had been 45 minutes, and neither of them could seem to think of a single thing to talk about.
Her eyes landed on a rodeo poster; the picture of the cowboy on the bucking bull sparked some inspiration in her. …
I know the greats are out there, begging to be read. Just… not right now.
People read for so many reasons; I read for many reasons—To learn, for fun, under duress… but mostly, I read to escape.
Escapism has been my coping method of choice for as long as I can remember. Be it film, television, music or books, I always found ways to ensure my mind was absorbed in anything other than reality. If none of those sufficed, I’d slip into the depths of my imagination and make something up.
I’ve always been a daydreamer—The kind of person who…
Vera couldn’t tell if the pounding was coming from the door or her head. She groaned as she rolled over and inspected the body in her bed. Tall, lean, muscular… she’s definitely done worse. Flashes from the previous night started to creep back into her memory—Training… spells… frustration… and whiskey. So much whiskey.
And sex, evidently.
“Vera, darling. Are you going to open this door, or am I going to break it down?”
So, it was the door. Luther sounded pissed. She wondered how much more pissed he was going to be once she let him in. She wrapped herself…
I’m the kind of person that’s chronically late to every party. Misses the bandwagon by a few days…ok, months… fine! Years. But, when I finally catch on to something that everyone else has known was excellent for an embarrassingly long time, I make damn sure to invest myself in my newly discovered obsession fully.
I mean, why watch something slowly over the course of a few years from the day it was released when you can tune in 5 years down the track and binge-watch 50 episodes in a week? …
If you’re a writer on Vocal Media, particularly a writer that participates in the challenges—you’ve likely heard about ‘Wordcountgate’ — aka the great Vocal challenge word count scandal of 2021.
If you don’t write for Vocal, or you do, but you aren’t a member of the online creator communities, maybe you aren’t up to speed. In summary, there has been mass uproar in relation to the recent second-place winner in the SFS 1: Old Barn Challenge having received the prize despite their entry being more than 800 words over the stipulated word count criteria.
I’ve been careful not to comment…