Microfiction
Munson's Microfiction: My Tears Need A Minute. Top Story - May 2024.
A New Unofficial Challenge Has Arrived 🥳 I'm thrilled to announce my first unofficial challenge sponsorship via Vocal! As of yesterday, 2 May 2024, my Vocal catalogue proudly contains 150 pieces. For me, that's an unimaginable milestone. I've penned 118 pieces since 7 February 2024, and in large part other Vocal writers have encouraged and supported me into posting all sorts of writing, from poetry to horror to fae tales to confessions. The ride so far has been breathtaking!
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
Storm Valley
Just a walk. A few steps here and a few steps there. Trying to get from point A to point B. There is always a destination for travelers; Pioneers, Son. We are pioneers and we are the unsettled. We are the children who cannot sit still, and are labeled a disease. Many fights are in your future son.
By Zak ONeill2 years ago in Fiction
The Hardship Generator
I call myself "The Hardship Generator". Good title, eh? It's not your typical hero's name, I'll grant you but then what I do is not your typical hero work. I'm working for the good of humanity but mine's more the long game, not the "swoop in and save them" like your Superman.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A Few Moments More. Top Story - May 2024.
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Fiction
Anything Can Happen
Daphne Jane Donnelly slapped the snooze button for the umpteenth time just as soon as the alarm went off, all for another 60 seconds of sweet, sleepy bliss. A risky move, to be sure, but one she was more than willing to make, for she was at her wits end with her daily life. Her soul-sucking and mind-killing corporate job can go straight to hell for all she cared. Bills and debts be damned.
By Jackie Barrows2 years ago in Fiction









