Sabrina

Joined January 2022

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Welcome to my site on Vocal.media Story ! Here, you`ll find a curated collection of my stories and thoughts

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What Happened Last Night
What happened last night? All I can remember is getting into the taxi to go into town - after that, nothing. No memories, no recollections, no glimmer of anything - zilch. My clothes are still on, even my shoes, which seem to be caked in mud, the bedsheets are covered in it.
By Sabrina4 days ago in Chapters
Am I missing something
Just before COVID-19 was "a thing," this was "the thing," the big thing. Meanwhile, the politicians were there busily arguing. Now, take a look at this, and hiss, because voter perils are still lurking lazily under poling fingers. So, here's to you oh! A little thing called "What am I missing?" A poem of the times, yes, and it goes like this.
By Sabrina15 days ago in Critique
One Man and His Dog
One man and his pup. First meeting and the young pup excitedly jumps around and licks the face of his new-found friend.
By Sabrina18 days ago in Critique
Echoes of Love
In the heart of a small, enchanting village nestled among rolling hills, there lived a man named William. He was known far and wide for his charisma and kindness, but it was his deep love for a woman named Evelyn that set his heart ablaze.
By Sabrina19 days ago in Chapters
First Day
Have you ever wondered about torture and how it could pertain to criminals. Not in a broad terrorism sense but just your standard murder for example. There are diminishing returns for a criminal until you get to something called life in prison or death, and it doesn't seem to stop people. If only we had a true enforcement mechanism. See I do, but I'm a cop. I've never actually told anyone that.
By Sabrina20 days ago in Fiction
Special Threads
He combed his hair by executive fiat. The front succumbed to his will, being while the back portions curled in and out. Stylistic failure looming, he leisurely bend over tying his shoelaces leaving no room for error. He laboriously moved his melancholy the way of his lavatory. The sigh sounds his body made, changes before it ever exited himself like his cheeks were a well camouflaged microphone, taking in the noise and producing something similar.
By Sabrina21 days ago in Chapters
Block 11
It snowed non-stop that winter. It drifted down in large, soft flakes that settled straight away, leaving the earth a carpet of pure white in the fields surrounding the camp.
By Sabrina22 days ago in Chapters
Tales From the Dark
Darkness. It takes the average person 5 minutes to adjust to the surrounding darkness after being in a light filled room. 10 minutes later your eyes are fully adjusted to the darkness to take in as much light as possible. In that first 5 minutes however you are vulnerable. Your life is in the hands of the surrounding entity's that choose to stay at bay or reach out a grab you. So, you have to ask yourself. Was that really just an innocent bump in the night? Next time you are in a light filled room and you choose to flip that switch; you may not be as alone as you thought.
By Sabrina22 days ago in Chapters
REMEMBERING THE TRUMPET PLAYER
Back in the days when I was in my early thirties, I used to frequent clubs to hear live bands. It was just fun, just so much fun. Dressing up, dancing, drinking, meeting new folks, having little new experiences, staying out late, stopping at the soul food drive-thru to get fried shrimp and French fries to take home afterwards. They were huge shrimp too and fried just perfectly every time, I mean every time. Sometimes they didn't last because I ate all of them in the car before I got home.
By Sabrina23 days ago in Beat
Love knows no bounds
Brandon walked out of the prison compound and breathed in a long stream of fresh air. He had just been released after finished serving his 3-month stint for assault. As he walked down the streets, he took out his mobile phone and looked intently at a photograph of himself and an ex-colleague Brenda. The photograph was taken a day before she was scheduled to leave for United Kingdom for her writing career, which coincided with the day he was sentenced to imprisonment. Even though Brenda wanted to stay by his side and be his source of support before his imprisonment back then, Brandon flatly refused, thinking that she would be jeopardising her future by doing so. He admitted he had feelings for Brenda. He thought of her from time to time during his time in prison and wondered how she was doing, but now that he had been released, he was hesitant to look for her, as Brenda is now a renowned writer, while he had nothing in his name.
By Sabrina23 days ago in Chapters
Pret in the House
It was Grandmother who decided that we must move to another house. And it was all because of a pret, a mischievous ghost, who had been making life intolerable for everyone.
By Sabrina23 days ago in Fiction
Father and son
When will he throw away his toys in the basement? When will he start differentiating between what is right and wrong? When will he grow up? The answers don`t come swiftly for a learning father like me.
By Sabrina23 days ago in Fiction

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Sabrina

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What Happened Last Night

Am I missing something

One Man and His Dog

Echoes of Love

First Day

Special Threads

Block 11

Tales From the Dark

REMEMBERING THE TRUMPET PLAYER

Love knows no bounds

Pret in the House

Father and son

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