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Dynasty: 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.
By Jarad Mann5 years ago in Fiction
Mama 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.
By Keiseena Evans5 years ago in Fiction
The 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 :- )
By Jade Silver5 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: 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.
By Jarad Mann5 years ago in Fiction
Sole Survivor: Chapter 1
> Previous < > Next < ****** "I don't want to go back," she whispered. Abruptly a young girl with brown skin, dark curly hair, and brown eyes jolted awake in a cold sweat. She was resting in a sterile cod. She commenced to panic before she remembered where she was. As her eyes darted around the room and soon locked on the window, she felt a wave of anxiety flood over her. The young girl slipped out from under the covers to face the unknown that dwelled beyond the glass.
By Mel E. Furnish5 years ago in Fiction
Living Dead Girl
Trey's candy apple red Mustang rolled to a stop next to the aluminum structure and he knew in an instant that Lark Fontaine wasn't quite herself. She'd tied her t-shirt up above her navel, her denim jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder. Her chestnut brown hair was piled into a wild bundle atop her head. He put the car in park and stepped out.
By E. M. Otten5 years ago in Fiction
