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Smell of Death
Joree let out a breath of relief when he finally reached his house. Nothing looked damaged or destroyed. He had imagined-despite his best efforts to remain calm and collected-a thousand different terrible scenarios. Coming to find the house burned down, dismantled, or otherwise mutilated. Soldiers having taken residence, forcing his mother to sleep with the animals. Instead, everything was calm, almost serene.
By Kristen Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Tome of The Sixth Sun
Over the last couple of years, Obsidian Eagle has been working on the third book of his Lunacy Trilogy. It's still a work in progress but it's already running longer than either one of its predecessors. Up until now, I've been releasing it chapter by chapter exclusively on Medium. However, since there's no reason to limit my readership I've started re-releasing it here on Vocal too. You'll find a listing of available chapters further down. But first, I'd like to explain a few features showcased by this new fiction series.
By Obsidian Eagle4 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 7
RICHARD The alarms went off as soon as Richard left the lab without the proper precautions. But at that point it was too late. He had heard the saying before of your heart sinking, but had never thought much about it until then. The minute the alarm began to blare throughout the hangar, he felt his heart, it felt like it was actually falling through his body and into his feet. It was the strangest feeling. He was thinking so much about his heart sitting in his feet that he didn't register the screaming and shouting right away. I must be in shock, he thought. It felt like things were happening in slow motion, and that he was simply an observer looking in from the outside. Someone in a suit ran up to him and shook him by the shoulders, a thin, reedy, balding man with glasses. What was his name again? Frank? He delivered presentations with lots of graphs and charts, Richard vaguely remembered. He remembered struggling to stay awake during Frank's presentations.
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 35
“Mrs. Logan,” Detective Singh says when my call is patched through to her desk. She sounds tired, lacking her typical spark. “I was planning on visiting you this morning.” I am so focused on what I was going to tell her that it takes me a second to catch on to what she is saying. Does she have something to tell me? Have they found something?
By Megan Clancy4 years ago in Fiction
The Intern -- Chapter 5
Links to previous chapters are below. Morris waited around Sullivan's throughout Courtneys' shift. He had a couple of drinks, and the two friends ate dinner during her break. While Courtney was busy serving drinks and wings to the locals, Morris quietly worked from behind Courtneys' computer screen as he kept a watchful eye over his surrogate daughter. He cringed as he watched her working the males for all they were worth. Courtney was attractive, had stayed in shape, and knew how to play to a captive audience. Morris knew she was a student of psychology, something that worked in favor of waitresses as they slung drinks and flirted their way to better tips. From the looks of things, she would do fine when it came to tips.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 6
Memories are a strange thing. They’re like movies that you can watch in your head, on repeat. Watching them over and over again. But they can also betray you. Somehow, sometimes they aren’t exactly how you remember them. Little things change. Or you imagine things happening that didn’t actually happen the way you think they did.
By Caitlin McColl4 years ago in Fiction
A Twisted Tale- Rin's Tale
Rin sat in his basement art studio looking over his portfolio of works. Around the room were sketches and paintings in various stages of work in progress and finished. He’s had hundreds of years to perfect his pictures, but none spoke life like the ones of the soul he sought. He sat in front of a few rough sketches of the girl he drew his name from.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
In My Eyes: The Fall of Troy Chapter 4
I was dropped unceremoniously to the sand. I caught bits and pieces of the very short battle as I danced on the edge of consciousness. I tried to regain my feet, but had only managed to struggle to my knees when I felt the golden warrior's hands gently lifting me into his arms. He carried me like a child across the beach and into his hut.
By Haddessah Anne Brice4 years ago in Fiction
