Tiffany Fairfield
Stories (19/0)
Best Friends
I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest for a while. These words and feelings that I’ve felt like I couldn’t say. How do you talk about something so painful and raw so casually? With no prompt and no idea where to speak about it? Then this challenge came up and it feels like whatever powers that be out there, are telling me to let it out.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 months ago in Humans
Falling up
We were two souls lost in the darkness and talking to each other throughout it was slowly tethering us together. We were building the foundations of our world. Where no one could find us and only those we allowed could enter. We wrapped ourselves in a bubble of fantasy and insanity and we felt home. We weren’t religious, but we created a god and worshipped at each other’s feet.
By Tiffany Fairfield3 months ago in Poets
- Top Story - January 2024
This is the Year
It’s been two years since I published my first story on Vocal. I should start by saying that I have a bittersweet relationship with writing. I have always loved writing, but I guess you could say I have commitment issues- apologies to my very patient fiancé- because for a long time I was never able to finish anything. I thought that maybe it was because I was trying to write novels and that was just too much for me. So, I thought short stories might be a good idea. But they all sucked. They felt dull and boring. I became someone with scraps of paper overfilling a box in my closet with half formed ideas and wandering thoughts. Folders of chapters that abruptly end. Approximately 100 notes on my phones that could go somewhere, but who knows?
By Tiffany Fairfield3 months ago in Writers
The Call of the Bells
I rub my sweaty palms against my jeans as I walk along the sidewalk. The frosty air does nothing to halt the perspiration on my palms. I see a man walking on the sidewalk across the street from me and I stop and stare as he passes. It’s just after midnight and that’s the first soul I’ve seen. He stops too, abruptly. Then his head snaps back, the back of his skull flat against the backs of his shoulders. His eyes are dark orbs and his jaw is slack. I shake my head, avert my eyes, and keep walking. I ignore the erratic thump of my heart.
By Tiffany Fairfield7 months ago in Horror
Anxiety Is My Friend
My life, up to this point, had been a perpetual cycle of shit. I was used to the world throwing me curve balls and constantly knocking me down. I expected it. As my mom always told me, “Expect the worst, hope for the best.” I was 18 by now, a solid 6 months into only my second job ever.
By Tiffany Fairfield8 months ago in Chapters
Mick Harte Was Here by Barbara Park
I knew as soon as I saw this challenge, what book I would choose. I’m going way back for this, about 15 years. I’ve loved reading since I was a kid. I was always good at reading. Back in my elementary school days, my grandma who I had lived with along with my mother and father and two siblings, worked at a book factory. A place where they sewed the books together.
By Tiffany Fairfield8 months ago in BookClub
Dragon Touched
This isn’t at all what the Creators envisioned Ardaynium to be. Built and nurtured lifetimes ago, Ardaynium was supposed to be a place of wonder and magic. The Creators, beings ancient and powerful, put all they were into its erection. They gave beautiful sunrises, night skies full of stars and brilliant colors, waters so blue, and soil perfect for farming. They gave their souls to feed magic into the world, so that all of the people that came after them would have a world full of excitement.
By Tiffany Fairfieldabout a year ago in Fiction