Veronica Wanzer
Stories (6/0)
Reset Your Password
Reset your password… Zoe stared at the screen just as she had done a thousand times earlier that day, the day before that, and the day before that. Three words that, a few months ago, would have just been a minor irritation. But now, it meant her life.
By Veronica Wanzerabout a year ago in Fiction
Renew Your Password
Reset your password… Zoe stared at the screen just as she had done a thousand times earlier that day, the day before that, and the day before that. Three words that, a few months ago, would have just been a minor irritation. But now, it meant her life.
By Veronica Wanzerabout a year ago in Fiction
Bebe, Baba, and the Bunch
There he was...sitting there, looking so cute and adorable. I came to this same spot regularly, but I never noticed him before. Was he a local? Perhaps he had come here before but I just didn’t notice him. I wanted to introduce myself but I was busy and he seemed a bit distracted. Maybe I would see him tomorrow.
By Veronica Wanzer3 years ago in Earth
On the Verge of Tomorrow
Never lose sight of the strength from within. A Love Supreme, Ma B. It was as if Nia was reading the inscription in the silver, heart-shaped locket for the first time. In reality (reality...what’s that?) Nia read that inscription every day since … well, since what she calls AL: After Life. So, it wasn’t the catchiest of phrases, but it was appropriate. Besides, who did she have to impress? No one, absolutely no one.
By Veronica Wanzer3 years ago in Fiction
On the Verge of Tomorrow
On the Verge of Tomorrow Never lose sight of the strength from within. A Love Supreme, Ma B. It was as if Nia was reading the inscription in the silver, heart-shaped locket for the first time. In reality (reality...what’s that?) Nia read that inscription every day since … well, since what she calls AL: After Life. So, it wasn’t the catchiest of phrases, but it was appropriate. Besides, who did she have to impress? No one, absolutely no one.
By Veronica Wanzer3 years ago in Fiction
No Resemblance
You two are just so cute...So adorable...Are you twins? These were comments that I heard often, as I walked around with my one and only sibling, my sister Lisa, during our childhood. It was usually during the Summer that these comments would flourish; my mom loved dressing my sister and me like twins in cute little shorts with matching halter tops. I don’t think neither I nor Lisa minded the comments. If anything, we probably found some amusement from them. But for me, those comments also left me feeling a bit weird and uncomfortable. Not only was Lisa one year and four months older than me (so much for the twin theory) we also had two different mothers. The woman we both called “mom” was Lisa’s biological mother; my biological mother was unknown because I was adopted.
By Veronica Wanzer3 years ago in Families