Horror
The Whole
This was originally published in the Fiction community for Mackenzie Davis' Ekphrastic Challenge using the above photo by Oneg in the Arctic. But then I decided there was more of the story to tell, so I'm moving it to chapters, soon to be followed by chapter 2. If you've already read this, feel free to skip right over to the next chapter "Aegenwulf" (which means "wolf of the chief sea").
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter Three.
I slam my fist on the briefing room table, rattling the stale coffee cups and pastry crumbs littering its surface. This ragged bunch of misfits in rumpled dress blues is my so-called task force - assembled to share intel and finally solve the Nyx Vesperra case that has cast its dark shadow over my career for almost two decades.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The Marshes II
I plant my ankles firmly in the ground, close my eyes and with one slash of my sword in the empty air before me, the invisible wall disappears. I fall to the ground, but quickly rise again. I start running towards the poor woman again, hoping that I won't be intercepted by the Suru magic again. My heart is working heavy overtime, beating rapidly in my chest. My nose fills itself with the disgusting air around me. While breathable, my lungs will have a hard time getting enough oxygen.
By Reinier Prins2 years ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter Two.
The overpowering stench hits as I slip under the police tape and step into the squalid flat.Blood and gore splattered on peeling floral wallpaper like a Pollack painting. In the narrow kitchen the victim lays splayed unnaturally across cheap linoleum, arms and legs twisted in ways that turn my stomach. Sergeant Callahan stands grim-faced, filling me in on details while uniforms mill about uselessly.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
The Silver Serpent Society. Chapter One.
The stench hits my nose as I enter the crime scene. Some idiot had left the door open and the July heat had been working on the swollen corpse sprawled across the laminate flooring for days by the looks of it. The rigor mortis had locked the stiff in a pose like he was trying to fend off the devil himself. Uniform cops stand around useless as can be, slack-jawed while CSI techs wander around listlessly in the oppressive heat.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Even damaged Souls Are Valuable
There lived a woman by the name of Eleanor in a peaceful town called Peaceful Haven. She had faced her fair share of difficulties in life, and she was burdened by her previous transgressions. She secretly believed that she had no value because she was too damaged to be of any use.
By Ramesh Kumar2 years ago in Chapters
Short Reads
Dear Vocal readers, What follows is a short compendium of my works that are four minutes or less for your reading pleasure. For all those times that you want to read something, but are short on time. Please be sure to check back, as the list grows. And thank you for following me on this journey.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
