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Knights of Vocaldom. Top Story - September 2024.
They seemed an endless horde across that morning field. Soulless soldiers of metal, animated by greed, stood row by row as fog filled the narrow valley. The endless ranks of automatons had long assaulted their realm, and yet today they would be held. The enemy bore no banners, for there was no cause nor honor to them.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Hardy Laughter. Content Warning.
The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Gary jump in his chair. Across the desk, Grayson seemed unmoved, as if this sort of thing happened all the time. He continued to scan the document before him. Eventually he said, "Door stop must have slipped. It's the new carpet. Still too slick."
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
An Eulogy for Biffy. Content Warning.
Biff, Biffy to his friends, people who didn't like him but didn't hate him, not HATE hate anyway, didn't know how to delete google docs. Occasionally he'd open a new doc, change his mind, and write nothing. But that blank document would be in his folder, waiting for him. You'd think he'd remember the blank one, and use it instead of starting a whole new one. But you wouldn't think that if you were one of Biffy's friends.
By Jason Edwards2 years ago in Fiction
261 — Psychosclerosis: Traditional Folk Disease Officially Recognized
There's a common condition, a scourge shunned for far too long, that's been called the "hidden affliction." Raging across all demographics, every race, across genders, and even extending vertically through generations, it's seldom referenced until recognized and called out—typically—rudely, in a vocal identification nothing short of overt invective.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
What's in a Name
I realize that you don’t know me. My name is Alfred Griffen. Well, that’s not my real name. They told me not to tell anyone my real name. They said that it would be safer if people didn’t know who I really am. Of course, you don’t know who “they” are. It doesn't make a difference anyway. They told me not to tell anyone who they are, either. In my line of work, secrecy is very important. It’s not really work. I’m not being paid. It’s just the right thing to do.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Newbie
Well, welcome on board… You here for the summer? Cool… I’ve been on for three years now and it ain’t so bad on the night shifts. You get people who are chilled out and there’s less to clean up. Actually the best time to be here; just don’t say anything to anyone about it. Keep that a secret. We don't want to let too many people know about it.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
That's Why I'm Late
Let me start off by saying that it’s not my fault. I mean, I know it looks bad but let me explain. At some point in the middle of the night the storm knocked out the lights. This was a huge storm. Normally, I can sleep through a storm. This one woke me up. The explosion when lightening struck the house was massive. The house was lit up like it was daytime, although it was midnight. I got out of the bed to make sure everything was ok. You know, sometimes when it rains very hard, the roof leaks in the corner of the dining room. I didn’t see any water there, but I placed a bucket under it anyway. I don’t even remember going back to bed.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunger: Echoes of Survival
Description: In a world ravaged by a deadly virus that turns humans into insatiable, mindless creatures, one man’s fight for survival becomes a journey of hope. Elias, a lone survivor, finds solace in an unexpected alliance with a small band of survivors. Together, they rebuild amidst ruins, clinging to the flicker of humanity left in a shattered world.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Fiction
