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Reaper
A hand came gently to rest on the shoulder of Victor Borassus. The hand was cold, it's grip soft, almost tender. Victor shied away from it and the hand let him, but the grip neither tightened, nor loosened, it only remained as it was.
Alexander McEvoyPublished 6 months ago in Fiction - Content Warning
I won’t be coming home for Christmas
This one is for the Vocal+Assist Facebook group and December prompt, a Hallmark story with a twist. https://vocal.media/fiction/vocal-assist-s-december-prompt
Natasha CollazoPublished 6 months ago in Fiction Happy Hallmark, Baby!
In response to a challenge set by Vocal Assist. You can find it here should you wish to be involved! The crisp winter air bit at Talia's skin as she stepped off the bus. Her breath formed small clouds in front of her as she walked. The once-familiar streets of her hometown were now indistinct. As if trapped in a memory of a memory she could not remember. The grey, unobtrusive December sky did little to calm her rising anxiety. She had not returned in twenty years. And for good reason.
Vocal+Assist's December Prompt
The Vocal+Assist group has a new prompt for you! This prompt will go from today (12/1) until the 14th of December. It's that time of year again! Everyone's settling down and getting ready to spend time with their families all over the world! Every family has different traditions surrounding this time of year, one of my mothers favorite traditions is watching Hallmark movies. All. Of. Them.
The Vocal Graveyard
Have you heard of the Vocal Graveyard? It’s the place where I imagine all our wonderful pieces of work go after they have been thoroughly enjoyed and are now discarded. It happens for many reasons:
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 6 months ago in Fictionsalty truth
I still can't believe we willingly followed her out there. But I guess we were curious to know if the rumours were true about the old haunted house on the hill.
Braided Chain
Port of Seattle, WA, September 1912, Footsteps clamored on the wooden panels as I waited. The sun was setting over the harbor cascading orange and gold light across the faces of silhouettes who strolled the boardwalk. Local men and women dressed in their finest attire catching the last of the summer night air that now had a chill as wind gusts came in over the sea.
C. H. RichardPublished 6 months ago in FictionJimmy the Buffalo
"Jimmy take a cannoli." "Ma, I had enough at dinner." "Take the cannoli. You need to eat Jimmy." "Where am I gonna put it, Ma? I can't walk around with cannoli in my pockets."
The Invisible WriterPublished 6 months ago in FictionBlack Wings
In the house, they found Wilhelmina sitting at the kitchen table, one of the old liquor bottles from Kal’s room sitting in front of her. She silently poured a shot and passed it to Kayse who gladly accepted.
C. Lea RoufleyPublished 6 months ago in FictionMy Island Dream
I sit in the beach lounge chair, enjoying the sparkling, crystal blue water of the ocean in front of me. Though the waves were inviting me to dive into them, I opted to sit in the chair. Sunbathing suited me better than swimming in the ocean. The waves gently caress the shores; the breeze whispering in my ears.
Iris HarrisPublished 6 months ago in Fiction- Content Warning
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
Caroline JanePublished 6 months ago in Fiction Magic Man
My desire was to seduce him. Possess him. Consume him. Can you blame me? I did what any woman would. I invited him to the wilderness.
Davina Zinn McKeePublished 6 months ago in Fiction