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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Intersection of Past and Upcoming
This story was originally published on Medium. ************** A bellow, a shriek, a roar… one by one… emanated in the distance, but closed in. Not one single hair on one single neck in the valley wasn’t standing at attention.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile2 years ago in Fiction
Symphony of Madness
Written for the Randy Barker, Unofficial, 'Prompted #4' Challenge. Details below. ..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Fiction
Fangs of Light
This story is a continuation of the Tales of Ezok that began in "The Precipice." Reading this story and its companion "Whispers and Whisps" is not required to enjoy this story, but they will each add layers to the character we see here and I would be remiss to not mention them at the very least.
By Stephen A. Roddewig2 years ago in Fiction
Munson's Microfiction: My Tears Need A Minute
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
The Price I Pay. Content Warning.
Here is a link to Randy Baker's Challenge: Prompted #4 *** Joseph It smells like desperation. Actually, it smells like bleach trying to hide the smell of urine, death, and desperation permanented into the studs of my new home. Even as the perky redhead in scrubs pushes me around in my wheelchair, blathering on about the different rooms and the schedule for the week, I can see a man pouring bleach in a bucket, preparing yet another attempt to mask the bits of horrid smell still peeking through.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Impatiens for the Soul
Content Warning: Mention of mental illness Impatiens for the Soul D. A. Ratliff Looking down at the colorful blooms bursting out of their pots, I remembered when my mother and I first planted these together. A lot of water has flowed since then—water for the impatiens and tears for me.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction





