Magical Realism
The Colors of Odds and Ends
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dimples deepened as the sky turned slowly with the stars, their light falling soft as padded feet. Their dancing, just a breeze on top the trees waiting for the siblings to tire, end each summer night, and go to bed. Both were up past their bedtimes. Though for this summer, no curfew had been placed on them and nothing pressed to get them up in the morning.
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Chapters
The Entity Slayer
The two melanated small-statured women walked into the bar, and as heads turned, they looked ahead. The now, twenty-year-old Roya’Tea (Roya) Reign, walked up to the bartender and ordered a Pink Panties Martini, a code word for Elf’s Blood a tonic used for speaking to the Ancestors. Tika stood beside Roya with her back to the bar as she kept her eyes out for the shapeshifters, The Legion, that had been tailing them for the past five miles. “Ma, you sure this is going to help” Roya inquired as the bartender fixed the tonic. Tika knew there was nothing she could say to Roya right now that would calm her, so she did what she knew best, and just smiled.
By Anna Nikki Douglas, Ph.D2 years ago in Chapters
The Magical Tree
Once upon a time, in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, stood a tree unlike any other. Its branches sparkled with hues of emerald, ruby, and sapphire, casting a mesmerizing glow that captivated anyone who ventured near. This was the Magical Tree, a guardian of ancient secrets and a source of mystical energy.
By Story Today2 years ago in Chapters
Short Reads
Dear Vocal readers, What follows is a short compendium of my works that are four minutes or less for your reading pleasure. For all those times that you want to read something, but are short on time. Please be sure to check back, as the list grows. And thank you for following me on this journey.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
Enchanting Echoes
In the heart of Eldoria, a realm steeped in the mystique of ancient magic, a young maiden named Elara dwelled. Her daily existence unfolded amidst the mesmerizing murmurings of the wind, entwined with the delicate rustle of leaves beneath the majestic boughs of the age-old Elder Tree that graced her quaint village. Little did she comprehend that the very fabric of her existence was on the verge of being woven into the intricate tapestry of Eldoria's essence.
By Abdellah Ahmedou Mady2 years ago in Chapters
Navigating Life's Turbulent Currents
In the inaugural warmth of the revitalizing month of March, I find myself liberating from the lingering icy shackles of winter, embarking on a profound and contemplative exploration along the enchanting shores of the majestic Lake Erie in the company of a cherished and trusted confidant. Our conversation, rich with intellectual depth and emotional resonance, mirrors the recent societal upheavals, immersing into the intricate dynamics of plagues, encompassing both historical pandemics and contemporary viral challenges. We delve into the persistent complexities of interpersonal affections, probing the nuanced intricacies of human relationships, and the trials of personal aspirations burdened by the weight of global challenges that cast a shadow over our collective psyche.
By Abdellah Ahmedou Mady2 years ago in Chapters
