Bianca Hubbard
Bio
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." --Anaïs Nin
I love to write, read, and laugh! I can be found reading fanfiction, spending time with my nieces and nephews or relaxing with my cat after work.
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When Did I Know You
The crash of thunder woke her from her sleep. Moving the thin summer quilt, she looked to the cooled spot where Rin had laid the night before. On the nightstand was a plate with fresh grapes and berries with muffins and a thermos. On the covered plate was a note folded a top.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Coral and Pearl
They forced him to attend this gala every year. It was always a fundraiser that wanted to help orphaned pigeons or something equally as ridiculous. Benefactors arrived, took pictures, schmoozed up to some richer than life old lady with five or more hefty cats. The equally as bad, rich, geriatric fart that popped more Viagra than a pharmacy could prescribe in a week. Both had a high chance of flirting with something young enough to be their grand-daughter (or Great- grand in Ms. Juylawitz’s case).
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
A Twisted Tale- Rin's Tale
Rin sat in his basement art studio looking over his portfolio of works. Around the room were sketches and paintings in various stages of work in progress and finished. He’s had hundreds of years to perfect his pictures, but none spoke life like the ones of the soul he sought. He sat in front of a few rough sketches of the girl he drew his name from.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
The Side Hustle
2020 was the year we all wanted to leave behind never to see the light of any realm ever again. It was a nightmare out of the best-selling suspense writers’ imaginations. We learned about how one virus could change the lives of millions drastically from home to work life. Everywhere you turned, people’s work was the greatest impact.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Blush
A Twisted Tale
Prologue- 982 A.D In land of soft grassed hills and many small lakes, a modest and quiet hut stood under a large apple tree. The dwelling housed a figure of legend. In older times, she was a nymph. In other times, she was a sorcerer's disciple. Known simply as the Lady of the Lake, Niamh du Lac breathed.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Wisteria Dance
Many wondered how Rin made the painting “Sovereign’s Dance” sparkle with inner light unusual in still art. He told articles and interviewers alike that it had been a passing dream that he expounded on. It was a beautiful lie; the words hollow soon as they sprung from his throat. The truth was more insane and unbelievable to the common man. Common was a state he knew nothing of. It was a memory of time long ago when he encountered the soul he was tracking when he least expected it.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet
It was rare. For all the bluster the adults would raise about having a proper breakfast, her Nana broke her own rules. Her mom always preached that she needed a balanced breakfast for her to get big and strong. As a good girl, Lynette always nodded and agreed when an adult said something that seemed to make sense. Her chestnut brown ringlets would bounce like the springs hidden in her favorite clicky pencils.
By Bianca Hubbard4 years ago in Fiction
Fragility
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on foot, but he knew it wasn’t long enough to be safe. Each day and night, he moved and hid like the roaches he was terrified of. Who knew what was safe anymore? What seemed like months was only days. In the span of a week, his life had become more of a priority than it ever was.
By Bianca Hubbard5 years ago in Fiction
Talking With My Nails
Every two weeks or so, I have me time. I wear acrylic nails. I sculpt, shape and design these artificial beauties for my pleasure. I like to craft all sorts of things in my down time. From waist beads to dresses I don’t think will come to fruition but, I love doing nail art the most.
By Bianca Hubbard5 years ago in Blush
