Caitlin McColl
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My Series on Vocal
I thought I’d put together a central repository where people could find all of the series I’ve shared so far on Vocal. (I’m going to be doing a separate one for all my dark flash fiction stories because there’s a lot of those (around 50!) ). I wanted to write a little bit about my other series, what I can remember of them because they were all, mostly, written a long time (about a decade or so ?) ago.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
Radio Silence - Part 15
Melanie sat in the living room in front of the small fire she’d managed to make in the fireplace with the help of a pile of newspapers she found stacked at the back door to be taken out for recycling. She sat cross legged, the rifle lying across her lap. She ran her hands up and down its smooth barrel. It was a nice feeling, cold and hard and smooth. The metal was turning warm from the fire. It was oddly comforting. She heard a noise, a loud bang. It came from the back yard. She stood, holding the rifle up and wishing there had been smaller guns in the house but if there were she hadn’t found any. She tip-toed through to the kitchen, the floor boards creaking in protest at her weight no matter how softly and quietly she moved.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction
6 Ways Your Imagination is More Powerful Than Reality
Have you ever heard the phrase that “thoughts become things”? Our brains are powerful organs and amazingly you can use your imagination in more ways than just daydreaming of relaxing on a tropical beach. Your imagination can improve your life in multiple ways – from healing your body to helping you reach your goals and build your skills.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Psyche
Long Way From Nowhere
Author's Note: This short story doesn't have a nice tidy ending but instead is open ended. ~ C ~~~~ Being trapped in the empty cafeteria of an abandoned army outpost in the middle of the Nevada desert with a hysterical wannabe celebrity, mascara dripping down her face making her look like something from a circus show on drugs, and a ghost named George was the last thing that Annie Headley would have thought she would be doing on a lazy summer Sunday afternoon.
By Caitlin McColl3 years ago in Fiction