Interlude
The Waiting (Is The Hardest Part)
Introduction This is for this challenge which you are welcome to enter here I am not sure which community this will drop into. We have Micro Fiction in Vocal but no Micro Truth and this is going to contain a lot of non-fiction items so it won't be in Fiction.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 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
UP The Down Staircase
I shall now narrate a tale of someone who is me, yet not me! All my life, as long as I can remember, I have had the same recurring dream, or nightmare, depending on one's interpretation of the events. I would happily arrive with my parents, who were not my real parents, but my dream parents, at the dark, foreboding, yet starkly beautiful house built on a vast expanse of land. We would somehow arrive at the front door, it would open and my slightly aging, still strikingly beautiful dream aunt would walk hurriedly out, smiling broadly and enveloping us into her warm and welcoming hugs. Her silver-grey hair floated down her shoulders freely, with no restraint or apology, giving her an air of quiet grace and poise as she urgently ushered us her into her home.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
“Whispers of Passion and Resentment”
In a room suffused with muted light, two figures stood in a silent tableau, their emotions a tangled web of love and hatred. The atmosphere was heavy, as if the very air around them crackled with unresolved tension. Sophia, with her fiery auburn hair and emerald eyes, exuded an air of regal elegance. Her gaze bore into Alexander, a man whose chiselled features held both rugged charm and an unspoken darkness. They were trapped in a dance of emotions, their hearts waltzing to a tune only they could hear. The room was adorned with opulent furnishings, a reminder of the life they had once shared. A grand piano stood as a silent witness, with its polished surface reflecting the fractured relationship that had unfolded within these walls.
By Kay ❤️‍🔥2 years ago in Chapters
Faucet . First Place in Unspoken Challenge.
(Note: These characters originate from a former short fiction piece of mine titled Grief Spiral. I was very eager to work with this trio again and elaborate on the aftermath of one pivotal moment. Hence, this bonus scene inspired by the 'Unspoken' challenge!)
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Chapters
Slice of Life: The Pizza Boy's Journey
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Brooklyn, there lived a young man named Tony. He wasn't a typical 20-year-old trying to find his place in the world. Tony was the "pizza boy." This wasn't just an ordinary title; It was a badge of honor in his family, passed down through the generations.
By MD Arbaz Hussain2 years ago in Chapters
The Living Arc Angels part 5. Content Warning.
(“NARRATED”) The angels walked in silence through the streets paying little attention to the chaos that surrounded them. Everyone’s thoughts, most of all Tyler and Andrea’s, were on the innocent child that had been in their arms only a few hours ago. For a moment Andrea looked up and gazed in front of them. There in the road dressed in black jeans; black shirt; and a long black jacket, his face hidden by his hood, stood a man. His head facing toward the ground but it was obvious he was looking in their direction. “Guys, I think we may have trouble heading our way.” She couldn’t see his face, but she could feel his eyes on her. Looking just behind the dark figure she could see a teenage boy slowly approaching him from behind. Just then she saw the boy’s hand in the air holding a bat. She began to scream out a warning, but before she could the mysterious man had already turned toward the boy. Nothing could be seen but a burst of blood and the sudden blank expression upon the young boy’s face.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Chapters
