Rebecca Patton
Bio
Ever since I discovered Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories and characters. I have also written my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception."
Stories (60/0)
Aftermath
The next several hours passed by in a blur for Haganto. He vaguely noticed Alanus and the Malnora elves arriving at the remains of Filla Aethel. Haganto doesn’t remember how the elves reacted, but he does remember Alanus sticking by his side as soon as he arrived. The monster hunter doesn’t remember if the bard said anything. He did barely recall overhearing a somber observation from Tarron about how it looked like all their deaths had been quick, at least quick for Agron. It seemed that because of his weakened nature and starved mentality, Agron just wanted to kill. Haganto recalled not being sure if he should be grateful for that or not.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Fiction
Fluffy Protection
As she drove slowly through the snowfall, Willow realized that she didn’t like snow anymore. When she was a kid, she thought she would never get tired of the pretty white flakes but now, when she was an adult and had to go to work regardless, Willow didn’t like it. It made the roads slippery and since Willow wasn’t the most confident driver, that alone made her more anxious. And she didn’t even have the benefit of playing in it.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Fiction
His Escape
“Haganto!” Alanus cried as Haganto’s right leg sank to his knee. Animo chirped as Haganto gasped, his hands instinctively placed on the ground to stop himself from falling any further. Thankfully, his foot soon touched solid ground and the earth didn’t swallow any more of his leg.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Fiction
My Vocal Aspirations
With the new year looming ahead, I have resolved to make a few changes this year, especially when it comes to my writing. I admit I did write a decent amount last year, and I even finally got my book, Of Demons and Deception, published on Amazon! However, I know I could have written more, especially here on Vocal, if I just applied myself better. So my first goal is to publish something on Vocal at least once a week. Whether it would be a submission to a challenge or just a small poem, I plan to become a more frequent and consistent writer here on Vocal, if not in general.
By Rebecca Patton4 months ago in Writers
The White Room
Unable to handle his anxious curiosity anymore, Lionel nervously peeked at his new friend. Austin was still sitting while staring at the white wall before him, his arms pinning his knees to his chest. He was chewing the nail on his thumb even though it was already a stub and he seemed to be trembling, despite the white room not being cold at all. And worst of all, Lionel was almost a hundred percent sure that Austin’s breathing had gotten even more erratic and shallow.
By Rebecca Patton7 months ago in Fiction
One Day When I Was a Senior
When coming up with ideas for this prompt, I thought of quite a few stories. Some were unfortunately too short to fit the word requirement, and some that I was afraid would make others embarrassed. Then I remembered something that I believe I only told a couple of people, one of whom was the Vice-Principal. So strap yourselves in, for congratulations you lucky reader, you are in for an interesting tale! Hopefully, I guess it would be up to you whether it is interesting or not.
By Rebecca Patton8 months ago in Chapters
My First Ever Piece
As a child, I remember starting a few stories only to end up not finishing them for whatever reason. It was only when I became an adult that I consistently began to end my stories. However, there is one story that I wrote from my childhood that I was able to finish. It was a very short story, a children’s book in all honesty, but a finished written piece nevertheless.
By Rebecca Patton8 months ago in Writers