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Blackbird Fly Part Ten
If you haven't read the previous parts to this ongoing story, here are the following links: Part One: https://vocal.media/chapters/blackbird-fly-xrl46g04bk
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 4 months ago in ChaptersShort Reads
Dear Vocal readers, What follows is a short compendium of my works that are four minutes or less for your reading pleasure. For all those times that you want to read something, but are short on time. Please be sure to check back, as the list grows. And thank you for following me on this journey.
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersThe Enigmatic Informant
Chapter 2: The Enigmatic Informant In the heart of the city, the local bookstore stood as a haven for those who sought refuge in the secrets woven between the pages of forgotten tales. Detective Olivia Turner, her thoughts still echoing with the revelations from Jonathan Blake's study, felt an irresistible pull towards the dimly lit aisles, where ancient books whispered untold mysteries.
Reaching the Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The delicate winter sun reflected off of the frozen pines, scattering a golden glow throughout the forest and illuminating off the car dash.
Abby GustafsonPublished 5 months ago in ChaptersBlackbird Fly Chapter Eight
The Flight Academy "Mr. Amsbury, what inspires you to become a pilot?" "Thank you for asking, Miss Herschel. From a young age, I have had a fascination with flying. In grade school, I would sit on the lunch benches and watch the birds as they flew from the sky, beating their wings slowly with a full range of motion as they would gracefully land on the tabletops scouting around for food. I knew I wanted to be part of that world, gliding gracefully in the sky, feeling free, kissing the clouds."
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersFishkeeping in the Desert
Yellow light becomes absorbed underwater at around thirty-five feet deep, but the air is golden and alive. It shimmers around tanks and walls, like a mirage in the desert. Vast and rolling mounds of sand stretch far and wide, with exclusive spots of unattainable soil. I work in one such spot of richness. This artificial oasis draws in parched crowds, thirsting for connection, community, escape. Thirsting for water.
Elisabeth BalmonPublished 6 months ago in ChaptersInception's Ambiguous Ending: A Dive into the Depths of Dreams
"Inception" (2010), directed by the visionary Christopher Nolan, is a cinematic masterpiece that continues to captivate audiences with its intricate plot and mind-bending narrative. At the heart of the film lies one of the most debated and puzzling endings in cinematic history, leaving viewers to question whether it was reality or a dream. The enigmatic conclusion of "Inception" has sparked countless discussions and theories, each attempting to unravel the mysteries that lie within the depths of the film's narrative.
Adrian WordsmithPublished 7 months ago in ChaptersHome - 2
My sweater is wet with the dew. I stare down at the field and trudge throughout the marshy grass. It is an endless sea of green, and it rolls with the hills into the distance. There is no city skyline; I breathe in no smog. This is a field, and it is the only field I have ever wanted to be in.
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A Match Made Online
A Match Made Online In the era of swipes and clicks, where digital screens have become the canvas for modern romance, two individuals, Sarah and David, discovered the art of connection in the vast landscape of online dating.
Rajesh kumarPublished 7 months ago in Chapters Faucet
(Note: These characters originate from a former short fiction piece of mine titled Grief Spiral. I was very eager to work with this trio again and elaborate on the aftermath of one pivotal moment. Hence, this bonus scene inspired by the 'Unspoken' challenge!)
Chapter 4: The Fourth Day - A Descent into Madness
As the fourth day dawned, I found myself in a place that defied reason—a desolate, frozen wasteland that stretched to infinity in every direction. The biting cold of the Arctic enveloped me, and I could see nothing but endless expanses of ice and snow. The overwhelming isolation of this frigid wilderness sent chills down my spine, and I was consumed by a palpable sense of despair.
Faron HethariePublished 8 months ago in ChaptersI’m Sorry, But I Think Your Phone is the Worst Thing About You
Your phone’s in your hand again, isn’t it? What’s your background like? Somebody you love on there, I bet. A photo of a holiday maybe, or a celebrity. Perhaps a quote that inspires you. I like when we use our phone’s for good.