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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
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With many thanks to fellow Vocal creators and Vocal + Assist. I asked on the facebook group what was everyone's favorite story or character and these are the ones they came up with. I did promise a little something for the very best of the very very best, so please take a look at the stories suggested and let us all know what you think, by commenting on this post. Also on the stories, of course. I don't mind if you copy and paste from one to the other. If you want to join in, just go to Vocal + Assist. Ask to join the group if you are not already a member and look for the thread. Post your story there and I will add it below when I get a chance. For now, enjoy all this great writing in the stories linked here.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Cried King
"You have so much talent," the voice replayed in his ears. His eyes scanning the dark curtains in front of him. His hands wrapped gently around his bold colored guitar. His nerves taking control of his mind and his movements. He was only 13 years old, but fame had already made up his world.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Voyage
The ocean water splashed violently over the side of the ship, and lightning cracked the sky with endless whips of thunder. It was the fourth day of the journey, the last two consisted of a storm only Thor could muster. It was as if Odin had cursed them to perish at sea. Were they making a mistake traveling to conquer this new land? Yrsa thought to herself, but immediately banished it. No, I believe this is my purpose! she encouraged herself silently, as she slumped into the soaking wood. Looking up at the sky, full of shimmering stars, she knew Thor was showing his excitement for their journey.
By Clever&WTF2 years ago in Fiction
Breathless. Content Warning.
They told me I could have anyone I wanted, but I wanted him. He was champagne overflowing from a bottle in celebratory sparkles. The white froth of a contented wave. The kind of wild wind that tangled little girls’ hair and made grown women’s hearts race. He was music being played at full volume til people lost their voices screaming along.
By Karissa E.L. Cuff2 years ago in Fiction
Tiny Dancer
Mother Combs travels all over, bringing back oddities and stories of all her adventures. Because of this, she always has the neatest gifts to give her friends. On her latest trip, she returned with a Weedan from the outer edges of the Kingdom of Montebleu.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
To Sleep, Perchance to Dream D. A. Ratliff “To sleep, perchance to dream,” Hamlet act 3, scene 1. Screams wafted through the darkened passageway deep within the catacombs. A man held a struggling young girl by the arms, dragging her toward a grimy wooden door crisscrossed with bands of iron.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
The November Network
This story is a continuation of "The Final Two Minutes" told from the opposing side and picking up where the events of the previous story leave off. While not necessary to enjoy "The November Network," you can read Part 1 for a fuller appreciation of the context of a world on the brink:
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Fiction
Bryolic. Runner-Up in the Neolomicro Challenge.
The forest is never silent, even at dusk. Leaves rustle, peepers sing in the distance, the creek trickles peacefully. The sounds, though, are dampened by the thick moss that coats the forest. It has spread like a blanket, like a virus, across the trees and the rocks and the earth.
By Alana S. Leonard2 years ago in Fiction
A Treasury of New Words and Terms for Burned-Out (Adult) Children. Content Warning.
Greetings and Welcome, language lovers. Following the Neolomicro Challenge, I was left with a lot of bizarre definitions that I thought might give some of you a chuckle. These are the offcuts that I ran out of time / inclination to pursue. I hope you enjoy them, and that they can be the start of a glorious new dictionary for these beleaguered times.
By Conor Darrall2 years ago in Fiction
