Timberly Price
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Trash or Treasure?
I’m snuggly wrapped around my companion’s neck, trying to keep them warm from the chilly air as we trek down a busy sidewalk. They weave in and out of people while I feel the small flakes fall and seep into my wool fabric. As they race down the stairs, going underground, I feel both ends of my cloth bouncing against their body with each movement. It’s not long before my companion rushes into a packed tin can of people, some are standing while others sit.
By Timberly Price3 months ago in Fiction
Snowful Sorrow
The snow crunched under Howard’s boots, each step sinking into the white carpet blanketing the earth. Flurries danced in the air, swirling around him like confetti on New Year's Eve. The dense fog enveloped his senses, obscuring the world beyond his immediate surroundings, muffling the distant echoes of life.
By Timberly Price3 months ago in Fiction
Healthy Ambitions
Reflecting on my first year at Vocal Last year, 2023, was my first year on Vocal. I stumbled upon it in December of 2022 after a few different writing YouTubers that I started watching recommended it in some of their videos. I checked out the website for a few weeks before deciding to join and posted some of my short fiction content. I also decided to enter several Vocal writing challenges because random prompts definitely helped my creative juices to flow.
By Timberly Price4 months ago in Writers
Bound by Blood
Detective Lancing waltzed into the precinct, hands buried in his coat pockets. His confident stride turned heads as he navigated toward the interrogation room, the key to unraveling the recent town murders awaiting him. He walked past the uniformed officer standing guard outside the door, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement as he flashed his badge.
By Timberly Price4 months ago in Criminal
The Desert Circuit
My red and black dune buggy swerved mercilessly along the bumpy desert sand. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, striving to regain control and straighten its wayward path. It wasn't long until I got my buggy back under control, speeding up again as I watched the sand fly up into the sky. In one swift motion, I took my gloved left hand off the wheel, quickly adjusting my full-face helmet that had been jostled around.
By Timberly Price6 months ago in Fiction
Undead Weekend
“In the shadow’s embrace, where stone meets bone, we resurrect the forgotten, the lost, the unknown. Through moonlit incantations, we call back the departed, breathing life into their slumber, with power uncharted,” the five girls chanted in the middle of a moonlit cemetery.
By Timberly Price7 months ago in Fiction
Whiskey, Jazz, and Danger
Dear recipient of this letter, I pen these words in great urgency, for I find myself embarking on a hasty escape. My name is Timothy P. Morrie, and I am compelled to flee. Seven years have passed since the enactment of the 18th Amendment in 1920, which outlawed the production, importation, transportation, and sale of alcoholic beverages. As a rising figure in the world of organized crime here in the underground realm of “The Big Easy,” I skillfully gathered enough dough through a combination of persuasive tactics, crafty charm, and the occasional subtle reminder of the consequences for noncompliance. Through a prior favor owed to me by a confectionery shop owner, I swiftly secured the use of his basement to establish my own secret drinking establishment, known as a speakeasy.
By Timberly Price10 months ago in History
A Boy with Monsters
Niko scanned the dimly lit dining room where his relatives had gathered. They all sang “Happy Birthday” slightly off-key as his dad brought over a cake shaped like a baseball with two flickering candles on top. Niko’s gaze fixated on the wax candles shaped into the numbers one and three, their flames dancing with a gentle breeze. When the song ended, and the cake was placed before him, Niko closed his eyes and extinguished the two candles with a single breath. Smoke swirled around him as his family erupted in cheers and applause.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Art
Intergalactic Heist
Zypher nervously fiddled with his new weapon, determined not to mess up his first job. The earthly air made his triple lungs flutter, or was it just his growing nerves? He glanced at the stars, hoping to make his distant planet proud. With a sigh, he focused on the task at hand.
By Timberly Price11 months ago in Fiction