Series

Part 9: Karma is a Bitch (literally)
This is the last installment of the first Vocal Creators Saloon story series. Before reading this piece, please be sure to read the first eight parts that precede it. Each is written by a different member of the Vocal Creators Saloon Facebook Group:
By Liz Sinclair5 years ago in Fiction
A Glimpse of the Past
(This is Part 2 of the Warlock Killer series. If you haven't already, read Part 1 here.) Lawson checks his watch. He’s late to his interview.
By L. J. Knight 5 years ago in Fiction
Narcotic Aftershave and Mutant Puppies
Dear Colleagues On days like this, I am reminded of some of our greatest nasal poets. The complex textured landscape of their olfactory oration both inspires and delights, pulling the sniffer further in towards the central truth concealed within. In keeping with this higher sense of peace, I will do my best to avoid any mention of the School beginning with the letter E.
By Alan D5 years ago in Fiction
Bungled Banking
Phoebe Hart was nervous. Commander Davison Richards, one of the founders of AGENT and general leader of the US unit, had called for a general meeting of all available agents. She had a feeling it wasn’t to promote the yearly Independence Day BBQ.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Treaty for Emeralias
The kingdom was in high spirits as everyone celebrated. The party was grand and beautiful, full of charming, rich people and high-class royalty. The proud king sat on his golden throne with the symbol of a golden bull etched into the high back. A large grin spread across his face as he laughed with some other royals who were congratulating him. Few didn’t know about the recent discovery of mines full of some of the finest gold in his region. Many of the guests continued to suck up to the now very rich king in hopes of getting a piece of the action.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Rampage
The Recluse was down. Nautilus was down. Dr. Quick was missing. Foreigner was about to go down. The Creature, seven feet tall and covered in muscle, a big pair of horns on his head, was just finishing beating Foreigner in the face. The monster discarded the hero on the ground. Foreigner should be able to heal from an attack like that, but for whatever reason he wasn’t.
By alan pierce5 years ago in Fiction
What Happened to Evan Wheeler: Madison takes control
Part 3 I don’t think I’ve ever driven so fast in my entire life. I pulled into the driveway, and there was already a car parked. This couldn’t be good. I ran into the house to see Madison sitting alone on the couch.
By Alexus Sylvester5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt 1
"Good morning. Follow me." The Headmaster greets me at my door first thing in the morning. What now? Did the beast find us already? We walked to a study room where he laid out some paper and a quill enchanted to write on its own.
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Fiction
Prompt 1
"Wake up! Wake up!" Is all I hear as I'm shaken awake in the pale moonlight of a dark forest. "We can't let it catch up to us."
By Emrys Everette 5 years ago in Fiction
Vacation
Start writing... So my vacation went like this a small town called Riverville which I nicknamed Ice Riverville it was so cold with the snow when I had booked this vacation it didn't mention any snow.
By Jessica Howard5 years ago in Fiction
The Soul Mask
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The book below is the beginning of a story I’ve been working on for about 8 months.
By Jake Blue5 years ago in Fiction
Illynore: a History
The lush green hills of Illynore, as the story goes, were rolled out of the heavens by Tyche. Their highest peaks represented the land's good fortune, while the lowest valleys paid tribute to the hardships the kingdom was dealt, for fortune is not a one sided coin. Atop the highest point in the land stood Illynore Castle. Illynore Castle had been home to the Great House of Beaumount for generations. The Beaumount family tree was made of royal branches. Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses. A benevolent ruling family who sought the best for their people. They ruled with firm, yet loving grace over the land from Glendyr to the Glades of Skercity.
By Matty James5 years ago in Fiction