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The Pirate: Music For Van
The Pirate: Music For Van By Hippie Beachbum November/December 2021: Key West, Florida Yo-ho-ho and slightly less rum nowadays! I'm becoming a little popular with locals and tourists from the music I'm playing. I've actually been asked to play at a few other bars during the day. I'm still loyal to The Rum Bar every night. I've been mixing some Buffett, Dylan, Willie, and other artists along with a few songs I ended up writing. Pissing In The Wind is my favorite original song, so far!
By James Staskus4 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror
Sunday morning dawned bright and noisy. Considering it was now entering into late October, the warmth of the morning was a surprise to Claire. She awoke with a smile, despite the endless list of things she wanted to accomplish. Her shower was heavenly, and when she was dressed and ready for the day, she went to the mirror to put on her scant makeup.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
Acta Non Verba
Acta Non Verba Glancing to his right Jim could see the unmistakable flicker of a fire behind several buildings in the distance. It was two thirty in the morning and not much was moving around the area. He made a quick turn at the first opening and hit the squad cars lights. Dodging trashcans and debris strewn through the back alley, he sped to the source of the light. Tapping his shoulder microphone, he called dispatch. “This is car sixty south. I have a potential fire behind the WAL-MART building. Send fire crews and back up to that destination. Over.”
By Bryan Burden4 years ago in Fiction
They Know We Can Fly
Jorian turned to his sister who had been holding their parents letter to the point that it had been tattered. "You are making too much noise. Shhh they'll hear us." Jorian whispered with an obvious hint of frustration and exhaustion. "Why can't we just fly away? " Jorian's sister Haraja whined. "The tracking device, remember? We have to break it and I have an idea how to so just trust me." Jorian replied. "I hate these soldiers. I want mommy and daddy" Haraja cried.
By Ire Isegun4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 25
I watched as he pulled out of the long driveway before glancing out at the trees surrounding the little house I now call home. Each tree had been set apart so differently; half looked as if they were strong soldiers, while the others looked to be weak and frail. Almost like they were representing myself according to most in this small, new town. Among the trees, I kept seeing a sad, broken-hearted little girl.. crying over the lifeless body that was splattered all over the ground in front of her.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
36 of 50 Songs Dedicated to the Friend I Lost Too Soon
"Hey," I greet Jewee when he comes through the door. He looks so sleepy after filming that I'm shook up every time he takes another step forward rather than melt down in between the floorboards. Looking at him is a guilt-trigger, because while he was out busy, I was at home doing nothing.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Eco the Dolphin
This story is part of an 11 part collaboration started by a creator on Vocal known as Courtney Capone. She wanted to make this short fiction series to draw attention to the plastic pollution problem in the ocean. I'll be the first to admit I wasn't very educated on it myself but the further I read the more horrified I became by it all. With that in mind I wrote a tale of something truly horrible. The story may be fiction but the inspiration behind it is unfortunately quite real. However first since I am the 9th person to be in the collaboration I will be posting the previous eight authors before me so you can enjoy their reads as well.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Otto Mcline
A Little Prelude OK. Now where to start. This Story is about Otto Mcline. He was an emergency C-section, His umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. His Mom named Cathlene took a long time to heal after the C-section. James is his dad’s name & he tried to cheer people up with jokes, He liked being called Toad.
By Otto Mcline-Of-Flursick4 years ago in Fiction
A Curse to Break; Chapter 1
A breeze blows by stirring the leaves in the tree overhead. One leaf breaks free, beginning its slow, leisurely descent. I track it for a second before letting my eyes drift shut. Soon the autumn air would turn cold in preparation for the fast-approaching winter. When that happened, I wouldn't be able to escape outside. Well, I still could. No one would care if I came out to freeze in the garden. They wouldn't care if I spent my days out in the freezing cold, but they'd whisper that I was finally losing my mind and they already had enough to whisper about. I didn't feel like adding lies to the whispers.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
