Sonja Vogdt
Bio
Hi, I‘m Sunny, 25, from Germany.
Writing has always been my passion, but especially since I've discovered writing YA books in English.
I enjoy writing and reading short stories on vocal, too. It's a great inspiration!
Stories (12)
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Lost in thoughts, Sage stared at the dark sky above her. Above the little barn that she leaned onto, using it as a shelter from the cold wind at night. Her hand was wrapped tightly around her water bottle, like holding onto it gave her some form of security. The only thing she had taken with her from her old life. The bottle had been empty since this afternoon, but Sage was too afraid to look for a stream in the darkness, where she could have filled it up. So she needed to make it through the night without any water, even though her moth was already dry and her throat was sticky. That feeling once used to freak her out, but now she didn't even care anymore.
By Sonja Vogdt2 years ago in Fiction
Let's Fall In Love And (Not) Forget In The Morning
It all started that one Friday night after a rainy day in early June. As every Friday, I had spent the whole night in my favorite club called “Jewels”. But something was different that day. Usually, I would stumble out of the club around four or five, at least one pretty girl in my arm who I would take home and spent the rest of the night with. But that day, for some reason, I hadn't succeeded.
By Sonja Vogdt2 years ago in Fiction
Less And Less
Kyle sat on his kitchen table, the smell of fresh coffee in his nose, a newspaper in his hand. Ever since he retired a few years ago, his life was pretty dull. But Kyle didn't mind. Not really, at least. He still knew how it had felt not knowing if he'd survive the day back in world war II. Boredom was something he was gonna take for safety. The letters on the paper were tiny. He asked himself if they had always been that way. It was the first time in his life he had time to think about trivial things like that.
By Sonja Vogdt3 years ago in Fiction
Heat
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Her father was all she had since her mother had died when she had been only a few days old. She touched the glass with the fingertips on her right hand. She had learned that only yesterday. The glass under her fingers felt warm. She didn't know that glass usually wasn't warm. She turned her tiny head to the right a little, watching the orange light burning. She didn't know what fire was. She didn't know that because of these flames, she wasn't able to ever leave the house. She didn't know that she'd never see the world how it once used to be. That food hadn't always been delivered by drones, and people hadn't always needed to wear special suits when opening the door to get that food. To her, that was just normal.
By Sonja Vogdt3 years ago in Fiction
The Day Of The Chicken Wings
“Why is it you like chicken wings that much?”, the boy sitting across from me asks me. He looks handsome, and his red cheeks glow in the sun. I know him from a dating app. I've always thought those were crap and just meant for finding someone to get laid. But my best friend May has been urging me to try it for so long now that finally, I've just given in. Assumed that meeting up with a few random guys would be less exhausting than listening to her endless raptures, going something like: “It has been one year now, Kendra!” And maybe, she has actually been right. He's really nice and cute and fun to hang around, and most importantly nothing like Marco.
By Sonja Vogdt4 years ago in Fiction
Perspectives
“I was standing in front of my mirror like every morning”, Betty said, “removed my hair, and stared at the red bruises that covered my neck. “It can't go on like that”, I said to myself, so I grabbed my nine year old, packed my bags and ran away.” She stared at the seemingly countless eyes that stared back at her, then stared into the blinking red light of the camera that recorded her. Was she doing the right thing? Before going too deep into that question, Betty cleared her throat and went on, trying not to think about what was happening.
By Sonja Vogdt4 years ago in Fiction
Learn To Live Again
On Friday night, I lay in my bed like I do in any other night as well and blankly stare at the ceiling, my body in my room but my thoughts with my older brother, Shawn, who has died a few months ago. In a world where this didn't happen, where his stupid girlfriend Larissa that I've never liked from the beginning anyway wouldn't have sat herself behind that steering wheel while being drunk as hell, I'd probably be out with him and his friends right now. I can still see the two of us sitting in that bar he has always loved so much and showed me right when I turned 21, him teasing me because I've always been too scared to drink alcohol. Every night when I go to bed now I see us sitting there, sipping at our drinks while his immature friends from school would dance ridiculously, all the women around us cringing as they'd look at them. Shawn would always shake his head at them then, as if he had absolutely no idea who they were. Then he would grin at me and I would start laughing, thankful for him taking me out with his friends instead of cutting me out like I've heard lots of other older brothers tend to do. Especially if their younger brothers are someone like me, a weird loner who is scared of everything. If it wasn't for Shawn, I'm sure I would never have had any kind of social life. Making friends is not really a talent of mine. And now that he's not there anymore, all I do is exactly what I figure I would have done all the time if Shawn would have never existed: sitting in my room, studying, reading or drawing, watch some fantasy movies and then go to bed early. Not too exciting. My therapist Dr. Cooper always tries to convince me that I needed to go out and do something especially in a time like this, so that I don't rust in as he calls it. Of course I know he is right. That man knows me since I have been eleven years old, and he has helped incredibly much since then. If it wasn't for him, I'm not sure if I would have ever been able to walk into that bar behind my brother. But Dr. Cooper knew it was good for me before I knew it myself, and not much later I loved that place like no other. Now, however, I'm too scared to take his advice. No matter how afraid I was every time I needed to try something new, at least I knew that Shawn was there, having my back. Now that he isn't, there are even days where I walk to university because it becomes too overwhelming for me to take the bus. Or days where I don't even go to university at all. Things that I could do without a problem when Shawn was around are now challenging. Things that used to be hard even before he died are now impossible. And I'm not sure whether that will ever change again.
By Sonja Vogdt4 years ago in Fiction
The World Through Her Eyes
The World Through Her Eyes Taking a big sip of my iced vanilla latte, I lean back in my chair and breath out a huge breath, trying to fill my body with relaxation after a way too long day of university. The late September sun is warm on my skin, but there's a pleasant soft wind blowing through the air.
By Sonja Vogdt4 years ago in Fiction
