Véronique Racine
Bio
I am a hobby writer who adores science fiction and intelligent characters and storylines!
Stories (40/0)
Time will never stop
If Walls could talk... But how I wish I could not, how I wish I was mute, just like my brothers and sisters. How to explain what I have seen, how to make anyone understand? They think you are inanimate, they think you are an object, something to lean on, something to pound on, vomit on, urinate on, crash their cars in... beat another's head until blood and brains gush out, but how they would laugh if they knew, only knew!
By Véronique Racine about a month ago in Fiction
My Monsters Are Real
I think I was asleep when it happened. The sharp drop from normal flight route to nosedive to damnation and death. I was listening to music, and I barely heard anything that shook me from the dreams I was having, something dark and twisted and scary as hell, like usual, until suddenly I was breathing water, and that brought me back to the unfortunate reality.
By Véronique Racine 2 months ago in Fiction
My Monsters Are Real
I think I was asleep when it happened. The sharp drop from normal flight route to nosedive to damnation and death. I was listening to music, and I barely heard anything that shook me from the dreams I was having, something dark and twisted and scary as hell, like usual, until suddenly I was breathing water, and that brought me back to the unfortunate reality.
By Véronique Racine 2 months ago in Fiction
Dying with every breath
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She hated it. The outside world was full of colors and movements, a kaleidoscope that made her feel dizzy and very nervous. So much better to stay where it was quiet, and safe, away from the infernal bustle.
By Véronique Racine 3 months ago in Fiction
The Grill
The house was big and filled with men armed with guns, the bodyguards of the important man we had come to visit. I was no one, of course, just the (unofficial) bodyguard of my friend, who was famous enough to get such offers to endorse products in exchange for remuneration. But he trusted me with his safety, knowing I had his best interest at heart.
By Véronique Racine 3 months ago in Poets
I Shall Fear No Evil
"The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room." Darkness and frost, the only thing that was visible except on good days, where she could see a tiny glimmer, not just her own reflection.
By Véronique Racine 3 months ago in Fiction
