Chiara Ann Vicary
A Walk Home from Work
Slumping in her chair. Elsie sighed, looking at the paperwork still to be done. The screen glaring back at her. She had been in a slump all day and knew no more productive work was being done.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a month ago in FictionWould You?
We started on a journey with a single breath. Not knowing where we were going, not knowing how far we'd travel. We had no hesitation, we took those small steps and within moments it was too far to go back.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a month ago in FictionYou weren't there.
I turned away from him and grabbed hold of the edge of the kitchen bench. Willing that it would support me throughout this night. I had been cooking us some dinner when he arrived home. Drenched from the downpour that was slashing at our window. He had thrown the incriminating photos on the table demanding answers. I knew what the photos contained, after all I was there myself. Intoxicated, upset and looking for some affection I had found myself at an old friend's place. As if in a movie scene, the kiss happened and then the realization snapped. A moment too late but with the precise timing of the camera flash. I had run out of there, dazed and confused, stumbled my way onto a street and managed to get myself home.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Run to Freedom
Wolves called to her in the middle of the night. 10am in the morning. 3pm in the afternoon. While she did the washing and whilst she cooked the dinner. They howled for her to join them day and night. Restless, wanting and unsure she went to bed each night wide awake until the sun rose in the morning along with their calls and another day would begin.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a year ago in Futurism
Domestic Violence
****WARNING*** This story could be a trigger for anyone who has survived a violence The rain lashed at the windows, coming in waves. Isolated and alone she sat shivering in the cold. Another tear fell down her cheek pulling her knees tighter to her chest. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into such a tight ball that she would disappear, or at the very least, allow the thin, worn blanket to cover her entire person. She dare not move for fear the cement surrounding her would instantly give her frostbite. Perhaps her feet were already ice and instead just shatter upon touching something solid. Any icy inhalation forced another violent shudder down her body. More tears came with each breath of pain.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a year ago in Criminal
His Safety Net
I stood there, the soft white silk gently kissing the curves of my body as the lace edge flowed softly. The simple straps waiting to slide down my arms. I stared into the depth of the oceans captured within his deep blue eyes. Knowing that from this moment on I would be safe. I would know love and I would feel it with every fibre of my being and know that whatever may come it will never be enough to destroy us. As long as I could hold onto that hope, that feeling, all I would have to do is look in his eyes.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a year ago in Humans
The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart
Do you ever find occasionally a book just comes into your life and for no particular reason it seems to tell a story that resonates with you.
Chiara Ann VicaryPublished about a year ago in Motivation
