Virginia Soto

“La Fiesta (Part 1)” by Virginia Soto

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Xiomara and her twin brother named Ximen. As children, they lived with their father, who was a wealthy plantation owner, in a large mansion on the estate. They lived a happy life, paying their workers very well. Every day, after Ximen had finished his school lessons, he would teach Xiomara what he learned, and his father didn’t mind, despite how it was unusual for a girl to learn anything except to be a girl. Xiomara had her lessons, too, on how to be a good housewife for her future husband. She learn...

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“The Towers” by Virginia Soto

Submitted to Contest #85

On the morning of September 10, 2001, Sarah Wong wakes up to the sound of her alarm clock. She gets out of bed and cleans her room, then walks into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast. As she places two slices of bread into the toaster, her french bulldog, Muffin, comes in and paws Sarah’s ankle, barking.  “Good morning to you, too,” Sarah says, smiling. “You want some breakfast?”  The dog barks twice. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She pets the top of Muffin’s head. She turns away and opens the cabinet over the counter, grab...

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“16 Years” by Virginia Soto

Submitted to Contest #84

DISCLAIMER!!! I am not Anit-Muslim, I only said the following because I wanted to base the war off of religion. Again, I am not Anti-Muslim. This is just a work of fiction. I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, telling me it's seven a.m. I shut off the alarm, sit up and rub my eyes. I stretch my arms and yawn, then look around my traditional Japanese-themed room. Each one of my walls features a Shinto shrine in the middle of a pond/lake surrounded by cherry blossoms on the shore. There is a bridge that connects the small island wher...

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“~ Water X Fire ~” by Virginia Soto

"What?!" Serenity yells at her mom. "That's right," her mother, Suni, the water goddess of the waves, replies to her daughter in a gentle tone. "You are going to be married to Gobi in two weeks." "But, Mom! He's the god of ocean landforms. No wonder why he's such a bore!" "Ser-" "No, Mom," she retorts, cutting her mother off. "How can you expect me to marry a guy like that? All he talks about is his 'beloved' volcanoes!" "You're being overdramatic." "No, I'm not! It's just the fact that you want me to hook up with the most boring god ...

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“Forsaken” by Virginia Soto

Submitted to Contest #60

Part I: Stories We’re walking down the road, or, at least, what remains of it. There are cracks in the street everywhere. Chunks of what used to be the bridge above are scattered practically every place you look. You never would have guessed that this was America’s most used highway: Route 72. It started in Canada and went all the way down to Florida, where it was warm. The sky was gray like usual. One big, gray cloud of ash covering the Earth. The sun never peeked out of it. The trees had ash covered leaves. The grass is dead. Houses and ...

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