Della Lonaker
Bio
Hello Vocal Community!
ππ Psychology, writing, and reading are interest. Love chatting with elders. Such rewarding wisdom!
Until our minds meet again . Remember Everyday Minds Matter!
Stories (20/0)
Silence of Death
Theallsf home had witnessed countless tragedies and heartbreaks, providing comfort to the broken and peace to the sorrowful. Through these walls had passed the echoing voices of prayers and hymns as loved ones farewelled their dear ones. In its silent darkness, grief and griefers found solace as they bid their final goodbyes. Within these walls were tales of joy, heartache and deep sorrows. Although seemingly dark and sinister, the atmosphere in this funeral home was somehow soothing and calming. Every wall held secrets and a secret that could never be fully unlocked. In each room, sorrow filled every crevice and made itself home. Although there were plenty of mourners and funerals taking place, there was an inexplicable silence that would linger throughout. Even after the final prayer was spoken, there would be moments of pause where only the fading murmurs of the sorrows of loss would exist. Even the air seemed heavier, pressing down on the heavy-hearted until their last goodbye. Yet within these walls were memories of goodbyes that transcended beyond life. An abundance of fond memories that people held of their loved ones would often last longer than their lifetime, allowing them to come to terms with the unavoidable passing. These walls had heard stories that spoke of unimaginable strength and courage, of endurance and faith, and of a bond that lasted beyond life. Despite all the pain, heartache, and grief, within these walls still resonates an air of hope.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
An Old Farmhouse
If walls could talk, the walls of a hundred-year-old farmhouse would tell history.. Built in 1923, solid wood, and the finest material money could buy. A farmhouse structured to settle on many acres surrounding to harvest and farm, a farmhouse foundation to riches of life.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
Bachelorβs Paradise
Cliff, a handsome, 36-year-old bachelor who never left the basement of his parents. All his college buddies graduated, were successful, and married. Whereas, for Cliff making the college weekends parties, was more successful than graduating.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
"To reset your password, please click here."
Mike was a local newspaper reporter, who spent the day gathering information on a recent accident in the area. Puzzled by the findings, he walked through the park to clear his mind. A cool breeze that felt calm and relaxing, Mike was excited to start writing his article that evening. Once returning home, Mike turned the computer on, and then went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
City of Radiance
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Life in the City of Radiance was anything but what it seemed. While it seemed beautiful and grand, beneath its polished surface lurked a seedy underworld of injustice and oppression. No one knew this better than Violet, who had grown up within its walls. Those walls created a life of isolation that sheltered darkness. Overtime the walls felt normal, as life offered painful insight. Happiness and laughter were rare echoes through the gutted brick buildings, that once were renovated. Slums of poverty, filth, and embarrassment for those left behind. Tears were the only sense of life that most knew all to well.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
Confined
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been many years since Sarah last gazed through the window in her bedroom. From the outside, it appeared that she was living a secluded life with no contact from the outside world. Little did anyone know, this window held the key to her escape from the prison of her home.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
I Live Here, Too!
Once the days were full of life, sunshine filled the skies. A love that seemed real, to good to be true. Walks in the park- hand in hand, days of laughter, fun and joy. A dream that had bliss and days, without you I'd miss. All the playful kisses and hugs just because. Pinch me, please I'm blinded by love.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Poets
Racing to fill Space -2050-
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Would you believe an open world of vacuum space; no human life on earth? No longer traceable? No animal, plant life, mankind or humanity β vanished. Floating wasn't optional or even the once in a lifetime opportunity. A populated creation that hardly existed by the universe. An overwhelming story how reproduction once took place. Yes, the once took place is a bad joke. The demand was so powerful, no human could stop the opportunity for growth. Centuries of man made destruction to evolve fast production for a demanding world. As it was told a wicked scientist stood behind a control panel; operational robotic-zombie creating vacuumed space life.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Earth