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 ...

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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 tw...

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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. ...

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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 h...

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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, wh...

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