Fantasy

The Wedding That Almost Wasn't: A Taylor & Travis Love Story (Fiction). AI-Generated.
Taylor Swift stood backstage at Madison Square Garden in a custom Vera Wang gown that cost more than most people's houses. She was hyperventilating into a paper bag.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Weight of Nightmares
The first night it happened, Elin thought it was only the cold. Winter had settled hard against the village, the kind that worked its way beneath the doorframe, through the seams of the walls, and into the joints of the body. The little house groaned with it. The rafters cracked softly overhead. Wind dragged itself over the roof like something with nails. Somewhere beyond the shutters, the sea kept up its endless breathing against the black shore.
By Kristina Zill4 months ago in Fiction
A Grandmother Is Suspected of Poisoning Her Daughter and Four Grandchildren A Father Was Days Away From Seeing His Kids Again. AI-Generated.
Neighbors hadn't seen them for several days. On June 23, someone called for a welfare check at an apartment in Mechanicville, New York. Officers arrived just before 6:30 p.m.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Rachel Nickell Was Murdered in 1992 While Her 2-Year-Old Son Watched The Case Still Haunts British Television. AI-Generated.
On July 15, 1992, Rachel Nickell took her 2-year-old son Alex for a walk in a southwest London park. A man attacked them. He pushed the toddler to the ground, sexually assaulted Rachel, and stabbed her 49 times.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 35
To read the preceding chapter to this story, follow this link below: https://vocal.media/fiction/berganashio-chapter-34 Keenwai was amazed at the speed of which Finy wildly tore through the woods. He and Kunya pursued the deranged, skeletal meerbird.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Fiction
Taylor Parker Murdered a Pregnant Woman and Stole Her Baby And the Netflix Documentary Left Out the Full Picture of What That Meant. AI-Generated.
On October 9, 2020, Reagan Simmons-Hancock was 35 weeks pregnant with her daughter. She was 21 years old. Taylor Parker, her wedding photographer who had become her friend, murdered her and kidnapped her unborn baby.
By Mark Lim 4 months ago in Fiction
Royal Retinue
Chocolate Chip Pancakes, extra protein! Come and get them my dear! Clark was in his tree house he liked to pretend was a fort. Each day of play he was a Knight protecting his Queen. That queen being his Barbie doll he had, hopefully to find a girl some day to be his human queen.
By Seashell Harpspring 4 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Found a Photograph of Tomorrow
The Girl Who Found a Photograph of Tomorrow I found the camera in my grandmother's attic, wrapped in a towel that smelled like dust and old rain.
By Muhammad Farman4 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 38 the Bloodletters Scourge
My boyfriend Ben was standing his ground. I never saw him so ferocious. It made me feel invigorated yet a bit concerned. Amory’s sudden reappearance as he told us to run with twisted hands made me feel like my knees were going numb.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
Season Of The Witch
11PM: September 22, 2026 It was almost time. Alana had been planning since the summer started, as she had every year, even though it was just her, Bob, her lovable golden retriever, and Fred… her cockatoo.
By Crystal Nicole4 months ago in Fiction
Bite the Hand 🐺
After supper, I scraped the still-warm entrails into a metal bowl, and took it out to feed the werewolf. It'd been over forty degrees again today. The temperature had hardly dropped since the sun went down. As a result the ground was bone-dry and packed hard. He'd have tried to dig his way out anyway, no matter how much his paws bled and his claws broke and tore. That is, if not for the Collar.
By L.C. Schäfer4 months ago in Fiction
The Mole She Never Had . Content Warning.
David’s thumb stopped just below my collarbone, pressing into the little hollow there, and then he said something strange. We were still naked. It was four in the morning, the rain had just stopped, and our bodies were still wrapped in a thin film of sweat, his and mine. His fingers traced down my ribs slowly, like he was reading Braille. When he reached the third rib on the left, he paused and pressed down hard. It wasn’t a caress—it was pressure, the way you press a button to check if it still works. Then he said, “You have a mole here. You didn’t have it before.”
By Jin4 months ago in Fiction