Victoria West

“The wrong words” by Victoria West

Submitted to Contest #289

Josh lay with his feet hanging over the couch, his eyes closed. He started to drift off to sleep, but then… his phone buzzed. He jumped to his feet in surprise, knocking his phone off in the process. He scrambled to recover it. No damage was done and he sighed in relief. He turned the phone on. Who was messaging him? Or was it just another ad? He switched to notifications. Huh it was a real message not just some spam. Oliver had texted him. The message read.“Hey Josh what’s up,”He started typing a response “The sky! What’s up for you?” Then ...

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“Trick” by Victoria West

“Hi.”‘Hi.”“Ya painted yar room? It’s green now. Wasn’t it plain white before?”“Yup… well my mom painted it. She said that if I was going to have to rest in my room for a while, I should be looking at something fun! Something new. So she moved me to the guest room. When I asked her why I had to move, she said she wanted it to be a surprise… also paint fumes are bad to breathe in constantly.”“Oh… well fun!”“Yup.”“...”“...”“I told ya that ya weren't gonna get nothing out of it.”“Oh, but you always say that. Also that isn’t true! After all, my r...

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“Rapunzel” by Victoria West

This is the story of how I was deemed an evil witch. The one that had stolen the king and queen's child, but it isn’t true. I promise you, well at least not all of it. So to make this story sound like it isn’t mine I will tell it in third person. Listen up.             *** She opened her eyes to a bright light shining over her, the sun! She must have slept in. She blinked once or twice to clear her eyes. She didn’t have a good reputation in this town, and no one dared to talk to her. That was okay though sh...

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“Mavis” by Victoria West

The target was creeping through the alley. She waited a minute and followed. Then her clothing caught on a dumpster. She winced as she almost tripped. That would have given away her position. The target couldn’t hear her approach. It glanced about and moved aside some ivy on the wall to reveal a door. She heard the faint beep of a code being entered. The target opened the door quickly and ducked inside. She heard the faint locking of the door and she crept forward. She reached the ivy and pulled it aside; the faint rustle made her heart spee...

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“Pumpkin (Finished version)” by Victoria West

(This was for the last prompt where a character must ask "Have I met you before?")“Here kitty kitty kitty food time,” She shouted into the undulating waves of hills and trees. Two precious kitties came running, their names Pumpkin and Empress.***“Come on Empress don’t be so slow our food is here,” Pumpkin shouted over his shoulder.“I’m coming!” She shouted back.He dashed into his pen and started to eat his food. There the weird thing was again. It wore weird pelts over its furless skin. It always watched as they ate. It also delivered the fo...

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“Picture day” by Victoria West

Submitted to Contest #269

She sat there rummaging through what she brought. The light dimmed and she had to squint to look at anything. The house had a musty smell to it and the walls were a dark gray and she sat there in the midst of it all. She hadn’t looked through what she packed, she had just thrown everything in boxes and then called it a day. She wasn’t sure what she left behind, and she didn’t care. She pulled out a towel. Dirt was everywhere throughout the towel making it hard to distinguish the different colors which once adorned the towel. It’s fabric unra...

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“Crossroads” by Victoria West

Submitted to Contest #264

Wedding bells chimed, and flowers were thrown. She tore a leaf apart, bit by bit, piece by piece. When that was done, she gazed around   the bushes, her eyes drawn to a bush smaller than the others. “Why was it smaller?” she wondered. She directed her eyes to the clouds and studied their texture. Someone nudged her, “The officiant is about to speak.”  "Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony…” Her eyes were drawn to a rustle, a little bird hopped out from the bushes and she found herself admiring its ...

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“Revenge.” by Victoria West

“Zeus can’t just ignore me like this. He has to learn a lesson,” Hera told herself. She sat down on her throne contemplating her options. Her throne room was a mix of yellows and blues. The only item that wasn’t blue or yellow was her bed which was a bright purple. The room was dimly lit by candles, they helped her think. She had several different peacock statues scattered around the room and the throne’s back twisted into an exuberant show of peacock feathers, her goddess sign. The room smelled of the various perfumes she had collected over...

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“Bear” by Victoria West

Submitted to Contest #262

She held up her phone, gazing at the top right corner. A large outcropping of rock lay ahead. Her dad slowed the car down for the turn. They passed the outcropping and… she held her breath. The last of the four bars faded.    “Mom! Dad!” she shouted. “Did it happen?” her mom asked, glancing back at her. “Yup! Which means our vacation has officially started. Only twenty more miles to go” she replied, as she showed her phone off to no one in particular. She put her phone away and drank some lemonade. *** They pulle...

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“11/24/11” by Victoria West

   7/3/24 Stupid journal,Why do I have to write this? I don’t want to, but my therapist said I have to. She said I am too grumpy but what do I have to be grateful for? Today the sun was too bright and it blinded my eyes. I am not grateful for that. There were stupid children running around, having fun, and being loud. They kept getting underfoot. I have nothing to be grateful for. So therefore I am grateful for nothing.           7/4/12 Annoying journal,My therapist says I have to do a be...

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“Train set” by Victoria West

He couldn’t feel his body. Could he be dying? His mind told him he didn’t want to die but the pain coursing through his body said otherwise. One thing he knew was he wanted to tell his story. His body was in pain but he forced it to sit up flinching at the terrible groaning noise that must have come from him. Where was he? He glanced around at his surroundings then stopped because his pain flared until it was almost unbearable. From what he saw, he was in a straw hut each piece messily woven together and he feared it might fall on him. Why c...

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“Sidewalk chalk” by Victoria West

She liked school only for one reason: school was where she saw Jacob, her best friend but also secretly her crush. The day she had started liking Jacob was on the fifth of June she remembered it vividly. She was outside trying to draw with chalk but nothing looked good. The sidewalk was littered with drawings discarded. She couldn’t make the right drawing. She started to run out of space and started to draw on top of other drawings. Soon there was nowhere on the sidewalk not covered with chalk. It was as if a disease had come and left no par...

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