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Jules stormed out of the house and slammed the door as hard as she could behind her. She was still pulling on her coat as she strode across the walkway through the heavy rain. Her umbrella forgotten in her fit of rage, she didn't want to go back for it and face what was in there. Besides, this was the type of rain no umbrella could shield you from; it bounced off the path and latched onto your legs, that type of rain.
Bianca CorneliusPublished 9 months ago in FictionA Critique of The Good Earth
Depression. Dark. Deterioration. “The Good Earth” is insulting and disrespectful to women. It is appalling to read from a feminist point of view. A story of a woman who kills her own children and hides in the shadows of her husband. The story highlights death and famine with no hope.
Stephanie ColellaPublished 9 months ago in Critique50 Critics: Norbit
The 2007 comedy Norbit is Eddie Murphy’s hilarious return to multi-personality comedies of his earlier films like The Nutty Professor and Coming to America. In Norbit Eddie Murphy plays a lifelong passive nerd who goes on a journey of standing up for himself once he has found his true love.
Joe PattersonPublished 9 months ago in CritiqueThe Curse of Mamba, the Vengeful Weaver
"In the heart of the African wilderness, where the moon cast eerie shadows upon the dense jungle, there lived a spider of darkness named Mamba. Her body bore intricate patterns of obsidian and crimson, reflecting the malevolence that dwelled within. Legends whispered of her sinister silk, said to ensnare souls and bring forth unspeakable horrors.
Uniqe storiesPublished 9 months ago in HorrorAphex Twin I care because You do
New fresh modern out-of-this-world shaping the future of the sound bringing the new all around another dimension has just arrived
Goodnight Mister
I am taking yet another break from my regular fictional tales to celebrate the four new communities on Vocal. This time, it is Bookclub's turn!
ThatWriterWomanPublished 9 months ago in BookClubComfort’s Cost
I sit upon a comfy throne Craft of flesh and sculpt of bone Enjoying the horror I have built Distracting from the crushing guilt
Vicious AvaricePublished 9 months ago in PoetsClose the Door
I shut the door Then took a step Pausing for awhile And in that pause Hesitation’s claws Took from me the why I turned around
Vicious AvaricePublished 9 months ago in Poets