Viktoria Staunton
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The Art of Mistaking Identity
The heavens had opened up, torrential rain pounding against my windscreen with relentless purpose. Peering gingerly through my drivers side window, the massive dark grey clouds and the menacing rumblings of thunder created a slight anxiety at having to drive to work that morning. Armed with only an umbrella, I had already received a soaking, as I bolted from the front door of our apartment to my car, fumbling with keys and central locking. Rain swept sideways, slicking my hair to my head on one side and no doubt washing away whatever makeup I had applied earlier.
By Viktoria Staunton3 years ago in Confessions
Star Gazing Within
As a Sagittarian, I'm meant to be 'the seeker of truth', and to a degree that's a fairly accurate account. As a Saggie, I'm obliged to explore and learn about different cultures, throw myself with gusto into new languages and bring to the cosmos an unending love of all creatures great and small. Animals seem to follow me home and as a child it drove my parents batty, until I started studying veterinary nursing. A job well suited to a Sagittarian, I believe. In fact, quite often, my connection with animals made more sense to me than most of the humans in my world at that time.
By Viktoria Staunton3 years ago in Futurism
The Love that Binds
It was time. She knew that if she didn't do it now, she would never be able to. Slowly, she made her way to the garage, pausing at the front door, casting an agonised glance over her shoulder at the pictures on the piano - memories of her children as teenagers, full of life, full of mischief and full of hope for the futures they would create. Their grins made her smile.
By Viktoria Staunton3 years ago in Families