Fiction

Reena - the unborn story of the lesbian vampire warrior princess. Winner in Not Quite There Yet Challenge.
"Reena, the vampire warrior princess, was standing on the marble balcony bathing in the moonlight, silvery and shimmery. Her red hair flowing in the wind behind her. Warm blood dripping off her long fingers onto the ivory stones."
By Imola Tóth4 months ago in Critique
The Last Word: After the Planned Obsolescence of Language
The Last Word: After the Planned Obsolescence of Language “No one can understand the history of man without understanding the history of language. The science of language will yet change our views of the world.”
By Peter Ayolov4 months ago in Critique
The Story That Waited
I think, as writers, we all have unfinished and abandoned stories that we never saw through to completion for a variety of reasons.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Critique
Dead Air
It's just sitting there. A million ones and zeroes on a screen. Taunting me. Vocal asks that I share a story that never came together and do what I can to explain what I'm missing to make it work. I've read some of my fellow Vocalians' entries, trying to find a way to help me choose both what story and how to explain what's lacking.
By Alexander McEvoy4 months ago in Critique
A Tale Of Black Jack
This is one of the best concepts I've ever come up with that absolutely fizzled and died. And I know exactly what happened.
By Ashley McGee4 months ago in Critique
Belize Belayed
This was going to be one great story. Adventure, suspense, humor, maybe a little romance, fun characters. A real edge-of-your-seat tale everyone would enjoy.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Critique
Washed Out & Washed Up. Runner-Up in Not Quite There Yet Challenge.
Watered Down: In old cowboy movies the bad guy wears black and the good guy wears white. Since those days, colours and shades have been added to both antagonists and protagonists - not just to their attire but also to their personalities. But apparently my palette got left out in the rain for this particular story, as all my characters got written in washed-out hues of pedantic boredom.
By Marie Wilson5 months ago in Critique
Selene
Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where the sores in her mouth and throat didn't hurt. Where she didn’t have to suck on ice chips to drink water. Sarah wanted this world where the sun didn’t burn her and her hair blew in the wind.
By Analesia Giammusso5 months ago in Critique
Seamiakeo. Runner-Up in Not Quite There Yet Challenge.
The faint sound of chains could be heard as she was led up the stairs. Each step she took was followed by a mix of cheers and boos. Cheers for her soon to be demise and boos for her entire existence. Lifting her head, the cloth that was covering her head slid back slightly, allowing her deep blue, scaly snout to become visible and giving her a good look of the scene around her. From the back of the gathering crowd, she could hear a steadily growing roar, a roar of justice, a roar to give her what she deserved. Just as it seemed like the roar was reaching its pitch, a new voice cried out.
By Margy5 months ago in Critique
The Dream Dasher/The Writer's Commandments
I started writing this novel the weekend after my 20th Birthday. My twin had passed away 3 months earlier, and I had laughed for the first time since the day before, when Mum, on the phone to a family friend who had a history of accidentally spilling secrets, accidentally blurted out the destination of my birthday trip.
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in Critique
The Witness
In the last moment of his life, before his car smashed into the oncoming truck, a very drunk Ricky Chambers had time for one last thought.
By Davi Mai5 months ago in Critique
Masie Adams. Content Warning.
I never wanted to come back to Garden City. Everyone here hates me because I won't play by their stupid rules. As luck would have it, when I went to the Pig to pick up some essentials, I had the misfortune of picking the same shopping day as Betty Blanchard Johnson. You'd think being a Blanchard was an accomplishment, that it requires a special skill set to be a Blanchard even though there's more Blanchards in these parts than there are Pinckneys in Charleston.
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Critique