V.K. Hubbard
Bio
The youngest and only girl of four children, I owe my love of reading to my mother. She encouraged me to read throughout my life and is a voracious reader as well. As grew older, my love turned to a desire to emulate the writers I loved.
Stories (4/0)
Dakota's Heart
DAKOTA’S HEART First Crush by V.K. Hubbard The alarm sounded incessantly jarring Dakota from sleep. She pushed the stop button on her phone to quiet it as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Sitting up, she ran a hand through her long, auburn hair, moving it out of her face. Tonight, was the senior prom. She glanced over at the dress, still in its plastic bag, on the back of her door. Sighing, she wished she weren’t going with Jacob. She really didn’t have a choice not to. They had been going together all through high school. It was expected. No one knew they had actually broken up right before Christmas. She sighed again getting out of bed. Oh well, she thought. I have to keep up appearances. She was also aware Jacob wasn’t happy about their situation either. Throwing on her clothes, Dakota headed down to the barn. She figured she had time to get in a quick ride on Queenie before she had to shower and go to her appointments for her hair and makeup. She was lost in her thoughts as she entered the barn. She squealed when Audrey came up behind her.
By V.K. Hubbard2 years ago in Pride
Right Place at the Right Time
All my life, I believed in helping others. Be it spending time with an elderly neighbor, or helping my mom with things around the house. I had aspirations of being a teacher from a young age. The thought of molding young minds and filling them with information drew me.
By V.K. Hubbard3 years ago in Humans
Underneath the Waterfall
I was awestruck as the woods opened a small glen. I could imagine fairies frolicking in the pool under the gentle flow of the falls. Splashing and playing. I could see them reclining on the moss-covered bank bask in the sun that shone through the opening in the forest canopy. The crystalline water shimmered as the sun turned the tips of it diamonds. Behind the fall, I glimpsed a wall of stone. It all seemed so pure, a virtual paradise hidden in the woods.
By V.K. Hubbard4 years ago in Filthy
