Victoria Hillis

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Dear V” by Victoria Hillis

Submitted to Contest #212

10/12Dear V,How are you? Did you find happiness wherever you went? I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel weird to write this. I’m probably the last person you want to hear from, but I couldn’t help it. I miss talking to you. It sounds ridiculous, I know. We haven’t talked in so long.I’ve wanted to send you something for a while now. Only I didn’t know what I could possibly say to you that wouldn’t end up with my letter unopened or in the trash. Not that I would know if you did either ...

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“I'll See You Soon” by Victoria Hillis

Submitted to Contest #210

I’ll see you soon.Thirteen letters. Four words. Waiting in the mailbox. No name. Just her address on an envelope holding a thin piece of paper. Small, curly black letters scratched into the middle of the whiteness. While many curiosities of the letter fought for attention in her mind, one, perhaps not so important, stood out. Who writes letters by hand?Who wrote this? Why is this in my mailbox? Or even, What the heck? Would have been better questions asked than the one Lily chose. But alas, being still ...

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“Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On You” by Victoria Hillis

Submitted to Contest #157

I was jealous from the start. Of course, I didn’t see it… not right away at least. Under different circumstances, if I didn’t love him as much as I did, perhaps I would have declined his offer of marriage. But like every other girl in the world, I was starstruck. He was everything; the world’s favorite boy. He had it all – charm, good looks, talent. He could have had anybody in the world he wanted and they would have been his, but he wanted me; he loved me.That was the most painful part of it all, I think. Tha...

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“I was Floating, Drifting, Flying... I was Dreaming” by Victoria Hillis

Submitted to Contest #151

I was dreaming, floating, hovering above myself, watching her make decisions I couldn’t control. When she moved, I moved, as if she was holding a balloon. She pulled the string and I followed, suspended in the air, slightly behind.I called to her, to myself, “Where are we going?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t hear. She didn’t know I was there.She was walking. Walking and walking and walking. I was floating behind her. Floating and floating and floating. Where we were going, I couldn’t tell. There was no...

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“Broken Lamps and Missing Fathers” by Victoria Hillis

Submitted to Contest #149

If Dahlia Rutledge has ever been one thing, it is practical. She knows this to be true. After all, isn’t that what it said on the kindergarten graduation certificate her teachers gave her? Most practical. “And rightfully bestowed,” her mother had said.Dahlia is not one to believe in something where sense cannot be found. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny can all attest to this. Though her mother tried, Dahlia would not be convinced. “The world is too big for one man to fly to every house in one ...

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