Vicki Glover
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Stories (6/0)
Fruit and Veg
They called him Marvin the Fruit. It wasn't (as most people thought when they were first introduced to him) some sort of old-fashioned slur. It was simply because Marvin loved fruit. He was always munching on something - an orange, an apple, a banana. Someone brought in a dragon fruit once and he was in raptures for days.
By Vicki Glover12 months ago in Fiction
Promises To Keep
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The teenagers stumbling through the woods didn’t notice it at first. Laughing and egging each other on, they scrambled over fallen trees and grasping roots, pushing one another, grabbing someone’s hand and helping them climb onwards, generally having the time of their lives.
By Vicki Glover2 years ago in Horror
An Arrival of Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They arrived suddenly, one fine summer day, quite without warning. Just one, at first. A small, yellow creature, hardly bigger than the tom cat that hissed as it darted away behind the bales of hay in the barn. The cat glared from the dark, its golden eyes gleaming portentously.
By Vicki Glover2 years ago in Fiction
The Dichotomy of the Gemini
I’m a Gemini. And I’ve always been fascinated by astrology. Does my star sign really reflect who I am? Who I’m likely to get on with? What jobs I’ll be good at? My boyfriend, Gary, is the typical sceptic: “Right, because there are only twelve different personalities in the world.” And, in some ways, I tend to agree with him. It does seem a little ridiculous when you put it like that and, in truth, although I read my horoscopes, I don’t set much store by them. I won’t change my day because of a prediction by Mystic Meg (although I do like to read horoscopes after the fact to see if anything they said did happen – but that’s a whole other article!).
By Vicki Glover3 years ago in Futurism