Restarting my life pursuing what I love. I hope you enjoy my stories along the way.
Chilled to the bone- They continue to pump the cold air in. The papers on my desk rustle and I put my jacket on. My nails turn purple and my fingers thin and sore as they drag over the keyboard.
By Veronika A.3 years ago in Poets
She meticulously checked over her sheet music, aligning the pages perfectly in their stand. Next she checked the strings, sliding her fingers lightly over them.
Crystal blue eyes peer out from the corner of the room. Uniform pressed and sharp, patches in alignment, edges tucked. He holds the door open and slides his cover on.
“That would be great!” beamed the woman. Tendrils of soft white hair framed her pale face. Her eyes a startling blue still vibrant against her otherwise aging face.
By Veronika A.3 years ago in Fiction
I sucked a deep breath in as I finally resurfaced from the rough waves of the surf. With a grunt, I hauled my tired body back onto my board.
I listen to the cicadas hum in the heat that has consumed the South. Summer is indeed here. Quick but powerful storms stroll through the area nearly every afternoon.
She clutched his hand tighter. She knew he was nothing. Nothing but another traveling heart looking for something, but not quite sure what.
