Series
Glitching.
I wished that I had never been born. A Glitch in the Matrix. Do we live in a simulated reality? Scientists can neither prove it nor disprove it. But what happens if a bug gets into the program?
Russell OrmsbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionStraw & Rafters
“Shh…” The woman froze, wide-eyed. Alex lowered his finger from over his lips. “Please,” he mouthed. “I-” The woman began, her voice breaking slightly before she once again fell mute.
The Superheroes Mission 2: Enter the Superheroes
Jeremiah just woke up back in his own bed. “Man, that was a good dream. Especially, when I beat the giant robots. It felt so real, though. Like it actually happened.”
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionDynasty: A Batman Tale - Part 4
NOW The corridors of Wayne Manor had once been filled with sounds of laughter Alfred mused as he headed towards the library, but that was a different time. That was before The Batman. Alfred walked with a heavy heart. He longed to dissuade Bruce from his natural course of action, but knew his words would fall on deaf ears.
Jarad MannPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Birds
*Crack....Bammmm!* What in the world was that?! My bag was on my back, and my feet were up on the ground moving before I could wipe the sleep gunk out of my eyes. “Surely it was just a branch, hopefully it was just a branch.”
Hailey Alexandria BaldwinPublished 3 years ago in FictionMama Ble
Mama Ble. I regularly compared Mama Ble to the raging of the seas. Never had there been a time, where I had seen Mama B in anything but blue. One day, she was a summer ocean wave blue, and the next, a tired sea. Her walk was always graceful like the calming of water before a seasonal storm. Her dresses swept the concrete like the ripples of welcoming waves. Swish, Swish, Swish. Her black church shoes skipped amongst the pavement like the shells that would dance onto beach shores. Even without the sun, her skin shimmered. She was a fresh tanned brown woman, a sea lion that basked in the sun’s open arms.
Keiseena EvansPublished 3 years ago in FictionRise of the Wolves Chapter 2: The Blessing
“We are gathered here tonight to witness the blessing of our Lord and Lady’s newborn girls and our first Clan Daughters in this generation of Clan Stonewolf,” Grace announced to quiet the great hall and begin.
Abbey NugentPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Trials
Dear Reader, thank you for taking the time to read my story. Can you do me a favor? If you like this story (or any story on Vocal) please hit the heart button. It is free to do and lets the authors know you like what they are writing. If I get 25 likes I will post chapter 3...since yes, I just keep writting because no, these characters will not shut up in my head! Happy reading :- )
Jade SilverPublished 3 years ago in FictionDynasty: A Batman Tale - Part 3
NOW Randall dread having to face his wife, knowing full well the moment he walked through the door, she would read it on his face. He had been fired, yet again. Five jobs in just as many months, Randall had been Operations Supervisor at the Gotham Port for over fifteen years, overseeing the dock workers perform their daily burdens. Then, just prior to Christmas and without any warning he was let go. The official word was that his position no longer existed. He was issued a fair severance package, but being the gambling degenerate that he was, Randall figured he could secure his future at the tables and triple his money. The casino was unkind to Randall. After coming home, now with no job and zero money, he begged his wife not to leave. He swore on his life he would be employed the very next day and pleaded for her not to take away his children.
Jarad MannPublished 3 years ago in FictionWizardcraft: Excalibur
There is no comprehending the mortals of the 21st century. They have surpassed my expectations of their species in so many ways. Yet, they are as sloven and unenthused as ever.
Green OnionPublished 3 years ago in FictionQuestioning Utopia - Part II
After spending a very long week cleaning, sorting, and tidying, Gil was finally settled in; and, with a temporary plank covering the hole in her floor, ready for her return to school. The first day back always took place on Conformity Day and she lay awake like any other Seventeen year-old considering the possibilities of how it might go. She had spent her week trying to bury the multitude of questions Josephine’s diary had forged within her mind, but in mulling over the events of the following day, it occurred to Gil that tomorrow’s impending celebrations would take place on the anniversary of the Perdita’s death. Gil found herself overwhelmed by an invasive, anxious feeling. No matter how hard she tried to think about something, anything else, it would not dissipate.
Stargun Smuggler
Orion sat with Zoey and Kate at a massive solid wooden table directly in the middle of the bridge on their class two lancer, debating about what strategy would be best for the smuggling job that Orion had managed to get them.
Fantasy WriterPublished 3 years ago in Fiction