Violet LeStrange
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Usually this space would be devoted to a plethora of disclaimers about anything else associated. In embracing a happier version of self, I'll take this place to thank the folks reading. Hope to catch you again!
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- Top Story - April 2023
Why you should consider Interactive Fiction for your next WritingTop Story - April 2023
Ok dear reader, hear me out. If you’re on Vocal browsing this plethora of fine writing, you’re clearly a person of refinement, a seeker of delightful content that engages your mind in new and exciting ways. Chances are, you’re probably a writer too. Unlucky bastard, you… amiright?
By Violet LeStrangeabout a year ago in Fiction
So you want a confessional?
So you want a confessional do you? Well padre, I can tell ya now I’m all mixed up and ready for another pass at the angry chair, been hoping for a lifetime to learn how to float but daily I still sink like them lead-plated bones. This here’s just another Saturday saviour, procrastination from the stone temple, another nameless devil if you will, half-dead conscript grasping for the next big bang.
By Violet LeStrangeabout a year ago in Confessions
A New Home
Chapter 2 – A New Home Goveni was waiting for Iro at the door. He gestured to a small lobby, complete with two old Earth style lawn chairs and a kevplast table; the old friends entered and sat. When Goveni produced two opalescent hardlight glasses and a silver flask, Iro’s gut sank past his boots. The only time Goveni ever offered free booze, Iro had discovered (the painful way), was right before he forced you to part with at least an arm and a leg.
By Violet LeStrange2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
Cheno's Crash LandingRunner-Up in New Worlds Challenge
Null-Type Emergence Chapter 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Viatella’s taunt rattled about in Cheno’s brain as he clutched the escape pod’s seat restraints. The autopilot spewed warnings of multiple system failures, and Viatella’s body was still slumped forward, jostling from the pod's first contact with the planet’s atmosphere.
By Violet LeStrange2 years ago in Fiction
Trek to Gori Temmin
Gobo, the pale star and bringer of dawn’s earliest rays, rose from the sandy seas of the Hrothrian Wastes. It warmed the air and woke the ikibo stabled a short walk from the Ellatoya’s Chantry. The massive birds had little time to warm their scaled chests before the sound of approaching footsteps set them on high alert; an unlikely collection of riders strode to the tall post fences that kept the flightless raptors from simply hopping over and disappearing in the brush (or worse yet, wreaking havoc in the city below!). Kimikimi broke through the horizon next, casting its faint reddish glow on the grasslands; there would be no riding today until the ikibo had eaten their fair share of meal worms and grain, which the kind, if not a little senile, stable hand left in plentiful amounts along the grassy knoll’s fence. The birds chirped a jovial tune, a signal to their riders that today would be a good day.
By Violet LeStrange2 years ago in Fiction
Death of an Heirloom
Tucked underneath the staircase to our basement is a little storage closet; until recently the only denizen dwelling within was a dozen or so moving boxes filled with books. Those and a curiosity that had followed my partner through the apartments, a trailer, and two duplexes. It was better traveled than our damn dog, this oversized fluff-filled replica of a poison tree frog, one of the lethal variety found in the Amazon or some such.
By Violet LeStrange2 years ago in Horror
Idle Gods in a Love-lost Land
How corny is it, to be the couple that met at a wedding, to fall in love at first sight, to meet your forever and be struck at once by their divine brilliance? I can hardly believe it myself, though the facts of it all culminated in the child I’m cradling to my chest…
By Violet LeStrange2 years ago in Fiction
