Scarlet Bobkins
Bio
My dream of becoming a writer carried me through my darkest moments. After a lifetime of silence, I promised myself I'd break it. Storytelling is my way of connecting with the rest of the world. Vocal has been a great place for this.
Stories (5/0)
’Sova-Sava’ and ‘Bee’, you’re family.
In 1900s America, many families were poor especially those with an immigrant father. But I had always felt like the richest boy in existence; being born in 1900, I had three parents and in 1911, I’d gained a sister that I loved more than anything in the world. I loved how different my parents were; each in their own way, teaching me something different about life. My mom, Anna Katherine Williams, was a Christian American; my dad, Mikhail Uri Feldman, was a Russian Jew; my Nan, was a Christian Mexican, Bernadette Renata Ortiz; my little sister was named Sarah Renata Feldman; and my own name was Joshua Uri Feldman. Though I was proud of my family, certain things needed to be kept secret. Like my name; ‘Joshua’ was for the outside world while ‘Uri’ was for home. That’s just how it was.
By Scarlet Bobkins2 years ago in Families
Grumpy baby hedgy
As an estranged human, you became the family I’d never had. Who knew that a creature so grumpy and prickly could win my heart over so daringly and with no shame. Before I knew it, I’d opened my numb heart to you. Your actions were underhanded. With your pink squishy belly and your random pooping habits, you had won over my affections so quickly and completely. I was entirely under your spell. And then - you left.
By Scarlet Bobkins3 years ago in Petlife
Growing Pears, Growing Pains
The tree planting project is when we first met. It was voluntary and many students wanted to participate in what they saw as a great extra credit opportunity before the big world demands they show interests outside of passing their classes. This was, of course, in order to either enrol in prestigious universities or work placements.
By Scarlet Bobkins3 years ago in Fiction