Jauren Riloski
Bio
Hello Vocal! My name is Jauren, a recent graduate from college who is plagued by the burden of student debt. I have a passion for telling stories, and taking people on adventures that they will remember. Let's all tell stories together!
Stories (7/0)
The Little Black Bird
2739 Cellar Lane, Wine County New York, August 10th, 2021 Down a flight of six steps to the right, behind a dark mahogany door roosted a rare modern phenomenon. Scented with oak and fine wine, the Little Blackbird made its nest. Tables laden with silver, red tablecloths, and small flamed candles fill its belly with serene musical notes from on-stage performances. Here, is where Jake awaits the arrival of a one-of-a-kind treasure.
By Jauren Riloski3 years ago in Humans
Trapped: Part 1
When his eyes opened he was greeted by a dimly lit damp room. The ceiling decorated with an old decrepit fan that the man had no idea what its purpose was. Efforts to move his wrists and feet enlighten him to a tingling numb feeling that often comes from shackles that are too tight. Finding the effort to move futile he propped his head up to try to get a good look at the rest of the room. Two others were present. One to his right, and one to his left. At the foot of the bed a clipboard with some papers on it. Presumably at least. Towards the right an iron door and a dimply lit lantern that served as the rooms only light source. Gods, this room is depressing.
By Jauren Riloski4 years ago in Horror
One Final Stroll
Lila's eyes flicker open. A haze has set over her that was different than the normal morning plague. Sweat drips down her forehead to her lips enlightening her to the salty taste. Where am I? Her head darts from left to right. Up and down and every which way in between. The room she found herself in was small and stained with blood on the cobblestone walls. Her petite body lay outstretched on a simple bed with no blanket. A singular door exists to her right, along with a lone candle to illuminate the room. Her body was weak, and she struggled to sit up even in the slightest of manners.
By Jauren Riloski4 years ago in Futurism
Habits Change the World
Imagine: You are working at a dead end job in a boring office environment. Each day, you come in, drink your coffee, clock in, sit at your desk, and start plucking away at your daily task list. Your boss walks down the rows of desks every so often. Making sure that you are not on your phone and working hard for that meager wage and sub-par benefits package. It's Monday, and this will be the same routine for the next five days. A simple thought runs through your head as you plug away at your job. One day, things will get better. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
By Jauren Riloski4 years ago in Motivation
Hello Vocal! Welcome to Kelorah!
Introduction Hello all of you lovely readers out there! My name is Jake, and I am an avid storyteller in the realm of fantasy and scifi. My current profession does not allow for me to truly focus on my passion for telling invigorating stories that transport people to new lands and generate new experiences. Enter Vocal!
By Jauren Riloski4 years ago in Futurism
Salyn Silverthorn
Today was going to be an unusual day. These words were always the first to enter Salyn's mind when his eyes first opened. Salyn found himself on the fringes of Watervale, a small hamlet that has been prospering as of late. Nestled on a babbling brook, Watervale in appearance appears to be the ideal place to live. Sturdy homes, hearty soldiers, and an expansive farm. Spring always brought an ample supply of Salmon for the younger residents to fish out. Bright rays tanning those who stayed outside for to long and burning those who were lulled to sleep by the gentle song of birds. It was peaceful, just like Salyn liked it.
By Jauren Riloski4 years ago in Futurism
