Veronica Coldiron
Bio
I'm a mild-mannered project accountant by day, a free-spirited writer, artist, singer/songwriter the rest of the time. Let's subscribe to each other! I'm excited to be in a community of writers and I'm looking forward to making friends!
Stories (98/0)
Reflection of a Knife
Having been married for ten years and being a mother of two, you’d think I would have held some sense of accomplishment in myself, but the truth is, I held no sense of self-worth. My ex-husband and I had begun experiencing marital issues. (He wanted to rule, I had issues with that. Go figure.)
By Veronica Coldiron11 months ago in Confessions
Nomadic Child
As the child of a singer/songwriter, music has had a deeply unique and lasting effect on my life in general so it’s no surprise that there’s a soundtrack to my life in the songs that I have composed, performed and recorded myself. Each one is unique to me and this time you spend here is basically a shared introspective into my life, through my music and I hope you enjoy it.
By Veronica Coldiron11 months ago in Beat
A Legacy of Musical Souls
INTRODUCTION My earliest memory in life is the sound of my mother's voice singing "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean", which you can hear done well by clicking the link below. It doesn't capture that maternal warmth my mother had, but it is a beautiful rendition of the song.
By Veronica Coldiron11 months ago in Beat
Simple Simon Says
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. At least, I didn’t think it was at first. As my hand and reflection met, making a ghostly hue around the fingers on the icy glass, I struggled to recall why I was here, cold and alone in this dark compartment.
By Veronica Coldironabout a year ago in Horror
In the Deep
When the morning star has shed its light and the day falls down to sleep, the icons of judgment disappear and darkness descends upon the earth. It is perhaps a measure of trust by which, we lay down our heads to rest in the hours when darkness reigns.
By Veronica Coldironabout a year ago in Confessions
Though All are Called...
As a child, I thought church people were just a bunch of stuck-up folks who liked to put on airs and go to church to flaunt what they have. They drove nicer cars, wore nicer clothes, lived in bigger, nicer houses and they all had money to put in that saucer when it came around.
By Veronica Coldironabout a year ago in Humans
Blessings and Cursings
When my first husband and I were still married, (back when dinosaurs roamed), he had a sister-in-law whose sister worked at the hospital. Like most ladies who work in the medical profession, Lynn had a stern constitution and very little fear. I, on the other hand, have called fear my friend and have no qualms with being maniacally afraid of needles, bad guys, boogey men…etc.
By Veronica Coldironabout a year ago in Confessions