V. N. Roesbon
Bio
I have dreamt of being a writer since a young age. In my teenage years I also came to love photography. I typically take pictures of clouds and write poems, but so far I am really enjoying creating for challenges here on Vocal.
Stories (17/0)
Green Light, Gone
It’s crazy to think that one flash of light can be the last thing someone sees. I was driving that night. She had wanted to wear heels to her best friend’s birthday party. They were both going to stuff down their insecurities and dress up—to support each other. She asked me to drive because of her heels and nerves while she handled the navigation.
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in Fiction
Just Another Victim
I stand at the slightly ajar door of the rundown apartment, unsure of what to do. I decide that I should try to knock anyway, out of courtesy if nothing else. I slowly creep forward and rap my knuckles on the frame of the door so as not to push it open more than it already is.
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in Criminal
The Inevitability of Change
When quarantine started, the first event that clued me in to the fact that things would soon be different was the shutting down of our town’s Jiffy Lube—my boyfriend’s primary source of income. The second was that I couldn’t get through to the tattoo shop where I had booked a touch up appointment for the work I had done on Valentine’s Day. No answering machine. Just a request to call again at some other time. I didn’t call again for about six months. I still haven’t had that tattoo fixed. Things like that seem so insignificant now.
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in Wander
New Year, Healthier Me.
Each year, people make resolutions for how they can be and do better for the year to come. I myself have set New Year’s resolutions in the past only to fail to follow through with them for more than a few months. I'm not sure I believe in a fresh start or all of this "new year, new me" business. But, of course I want to believe that things can get better. I certainly have to believe that the future will be better for our overall health and wellbeing than 2020 was. 2020 was a rough year for so many people. It was a physically, emotionally, but particularly mentally exhausting experience.
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in Motivation
This is it.
Dear Mr. Trump, These last four years have been... an experience, to say the least. I'm not really sure how else to describe it. From your election in 2016 until your departure this year, you have both entertained and shamed us. You brought out the best and the worst in our country. You stoked the flames of people's hatred. You rekindled our determination to love. Your supporters loved you emphatically. And those who opposed you did so with an earnestness to end all of the trouble you sowed wherever you went and whatever you laid your little hands or nonsensical words on. You both united and divided us.
By V. N. Roesbon3 years ago in The Swamp