True Crime
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 Historian8 months ago in Chapters
SPIRITS INSIDE
A few days ago, I visited the Facebook page of some obscure magician or sorcerer. Sparse likes, hearts, and laughs were sprinkled amongst his fifty-nine posts, twelve of which had zero likes or reactions. Forty-six of the posts had obscene, grotesque, and insulting comments...
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR8 months ago in Chapters
The Sahara Slumber
Chapter 1 About a month ago I graduated high school, I just had my birthday two days after I graduated. it's the first week of June and I woke up out of my sleep because I had to use the bathroom I looked at the clock on my phone, it's 5 a.m. I have a few more hours until I have to officially wake up. I have a flight to catch I'm going to Brooklyn, New York to stay for the summer with my cousin Keyshia. I haven't seen her in 3 years and some change. It's about to be lit when I touch down. We are supposed to visit Jay-Z's "Book of HOV" exhibit in Brooklyn's public library. After I finished using the bathroom I check my phone for text messages It's a few from Boo Daddy and my cousin saying she can't wait to see me and Boo Daddy said he was going to miss me. I replied to both of them telling my cousin I couldn't wait either and telling my favorite person that I have that effect on people. 5 minutes later when neither of them responded, I didn't expect them to either cause of what time it was so I went back to sleep.
By Tyria Balcom9 months ago in Chapters
At the age of 100, controversial former US Secretary of State Henry Kissinger passed away.
Henry Kissinger, the former U.S. Secretary of State and political advisor who was lauded by some as a master statesman and branded by others as a glorified war criminal, has died aged 100.
By Francis Dami9 months ago in Chapters
MAGICIAN DEATH- Trick or Murder
Detective Adrian Mitchell surveyed the dimly lit theater, the lingering scent of smoke and illusions still hanging in the air. The audience had departed, leaving behind only the echo of applause and the mystery of a renowned magician's sudden demise.
By Salman siddique9 months ago in Chapters
Labyrinthine Secrets: A Detective Charlotte Everson Mystery
Chapter 1: Arcane Summons Detective Charlotte Everson was not one to be easily disturbed. His years on the force had exposed him to some of the most gruesome criminal scenes, but when the call came to him on a stormy Friday evening, even he could not prepare.
By Khalil Azhar10 months ago in Chapters
WILL SMITH: THE COMEBACK KID.
Will Smith is quite possibly of the greatest star on the planet, yet his profession endured a shot in Walk 2022 when he slapped Chris Rock in front of an audience at the Oscars. The episode was broadly censured, and Smith was prohibited from going to the Foundation Grants for a long time.
By Christian Agbodzi (10978174)10 months ago in Chapters
The Black & White World of 1938
I think we see the world from eighty-five years ago only in stark black and white. Old photos, old movies, old stories. And the rules and social mores were pretty much in black and white, too. The greys of culture then were hidden, attempting to blend in and disappear, even though there was some pushing still going on for the greys. But pretty much, in those days, as I see it, people didn't have too much time to rebel because they were too busy putting food on the table. After all, it was near the closing of a decades long Great Depression. So, it was indeed, a basic black and white existence. I try to hold onto all of what I have left of my family from that era in a few of those old photos, some stories, handwritten letters, and other scattered memorabilia. But the problem is, that the story from my family's 1938 life needed some factual answers and some color. I wanted to uncover the true story of their lives. I wanted to really get to know them. They deserved it and I needed to learn from them.
By Shirley Belk11 months ago in Chapters
The Vengeful Child's Blade. Content Warning.
PROLOGUE seventeen years ago . . . The rain was pouring, and the faint sound of bare feet slapping against wet stone echoed against the close-built houses. Her breath came out in desperate pants as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Still weak from recently giving birth, she held her bundled-up child close to her chest, the wool blanket quickly becoming soaked with the rain. She was in trouble, a LOT of trouble. When she was younger, she joined a group, a group of thieves and murderers. Back then, she didn't fully understand what she was doing, and by the time she realized that what she was doing was very wrong, it was too late to turn back. There was this one guy, though, who helped her at least avoid going on raids, which meant everything to her. But, as these stories usually go, they end up falling for each other, which breaks one of the most important rules of the group. Members are not allowed to form relationships with other members, love creates weakness, and weakness will destroy us. Their love grew and grew, and a tiny, wailing gift, was the result of it. Unfortunately, shortly after finding out she was pregnant, they were found out, and all hell broke loose. The leader sent for them, but she was already gone. With the help of the man she loved, she was able to escape and hide in a hospital for the entire nine months. She had many close calls, for some members of the group checked in on the hospital nearly daily, but she was able to find a hiding spot, although it got harder and harder as she got bigger. unfortunately, not even three days after she gave birth, she was found, the nurses "accidentally" made a big mess, blocking the members, making it so she could get away. It didn't take long for the leader to find her, he started to follow her, slowly creeping closer. She ran hard and fast, arriving at an orphanage, where she left the child at the doorstep. She ran in a different direction, down a dark alley, hoping to lead them away from her child. It was a mistake, for she ran straight into the leader... and his blade. Her gasp was silent as she took a few steps back, the sword sliding out of her chest with a wet, bloody squelch. Her body fell to the floor, and her last whispery words were of a prophecy...
By Abigail Lyle11 months ago in Chapters