Victoria Wadsworth
Bio
I am an altruistic person who likes to help others. In my free time, I like to read other people's writing samples, as well as write my own. I believe that writing in itself is a form of communication from the heart and mind onto paper.
Stories (12/0)
The knocking at the door
She woke in a cold sweat from a dead sleep at two o’clock in the morning. Her olive skin was slick with sweat and covered head to toe in goosebumps while her mossy green eyes hurriedly searched the darkness of the bedroom for any signs of movement. When she could not see anything, she relaxed back against the pillows, trying to catch her breathe. Both of her hands shook as she pushed her hair back out of her face, and listened to her heartbeat as it slowly began to even out.
By Victoria Wadsworth2 years ago in Fiction
Bringing Back the Dead
She found herself woken from a dead sleep in the middle of the night. Her brother stood over her with a concerned look on his face, but his eyes were unreadable. She knew that at this point that he would not have woken her if it was not important. So, she got up out of bed, changed her clothes, and followed him downstairs to the kitchen. To her surprise, all of her friends were there. The twins Brayden and Renee, their cousin Jackson, Trevor and Sebastian, and even her best friend Sam was there.
By Victoria Wadsworth2 years ago in Fiction
The cafe and the owl
The café erupted into shouts of surprise and displeasure when the two young people crashed into one another in the dining area. Papers went everywhere, flying into the air and slowly floating back down to settle on the ground. Coffee spilled across the dark tile floor making the entire room smell of Columbian Supremo Blend. It soaked through the papers that had yet to be picked up off the floor, making it nearly impossible to read what had once been written on them. The only thing left on the pages that could be seen was the front cover which had a barn owl with open wings across the front. Its eyes were a golden amber, with sparkles of gold and silver across the face. Its wings were similar as well.
By Victoria Wadsworth2 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Fiction Short Story
It had been almost five months since anyone had last seen or heard from the alpha of The Fire Stone Pack. Five months since SHE had last seen the man that she loved. No one had known where he had gone, or why. He had simply just disappeared. But recently, rumors started to pop up that he had been seen skulking around an abandoned Jack Daniels warehouse in Lynchburg Tennessee. Rumors were all that was needed for an investigation to be launched and a search team sent out to find him. As the alpha female of the pack, she was the leading member of the search team that had been sent out.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Fiction
Short Story
She stood on the beach letting the icy water wash over her feet with each wave that came in. The waves roared like thunder as they rolled in and out, carrying the smell of salt and sandalwood with it. The sun had yet to rise over the bay, making the water look dark and a little less than friendly in the early hours of the morning. A large group of seagulls screeched as they searched nearby tidepools for their breakfast, dropping shells from soaring heights and onto the rocks below.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Fiction
Works of Writing
Written works of literature have been around for at least the past few thousands of years. Passed down from the Greeks, through Shakespeare, the Brontes, Jane Austen. For every story you come across, there are different versions through different genres. It may be the same story, but it is written differently.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Fiction
Life as A New Mother
For as long as I can remember, I have always dreamed of being a mother to a child I could call my own. For a while, however, that was all I could honestly believe it was. A fantasy, a delusion, a pipe dream. The closest I ever came to having that was taking care of my two younger siblings growing up and a Child Development class my senior year of high school. It was a lost or misguided dream that I was never going to have the chance to actually live out.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Families
Feline Lifestyle
I live in a badly renovated apartment in Northern Massachusetts with my fiancé, our daughter, two of our friends, and seven pets: Lizard named Remus (named after Professor Lupin from Harry Potter), a dog named Bailey (a German shepherd, Doberman, lab mix breed), a Maine coon named Oliver (Named after the cat in Oliver and company), and found British long hair kittens named Dax, Gizmo (Named after Gizmo from Gremlins), Bella (Named after the female lead in Twilight), and Luna. At one point before we had the kittens, we also had a fourteen year old cat named Chicken. The four kittens my friends, are the topic of this particular article.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Petlife
Living with Anxiety
For as long as I can remember, I have always lived with anxiety. It feels as if I am in a rocking chair. Although my body may be moving, I am not actually propelling forward. It prevents me from being able to go out and enjoy the things that I should enjoy doing at twenty four years old. Things like going out, meeting with friends, meeting with family, etc. I have also always been shy. I guess you could say that the two seem to walk hand in hand with each other.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Psyche
The Meaning of Love
The Japanese say that if the flower is to be beautiful, it must be cultivated. However, there is no way to hold something that is truly beautiful; not without suffering the consequences. there is a reason roses have thorns. and a thorn protects the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom. But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose, for the rose speaks of love silently in a language known only to the heart. And love? The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more. the kind of love that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. When you love someone, you love the whole person just as they are, and not how you want them to be.
By Victoria Wadsworth3 years ago in Humans
