Victor Chavarria

Joined September 2022

26 stories

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I'm a writer not cause I write. I'm a writer cause I'm truly myself when I do.

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Beloved
Where are you, my dearest? Where are you, my beloved? Where does my guiding star hide when I'm lost? Where does my anchor lie when I’m adrift?
By Victor Chavarriaabout a year ago in Poets
The crystal ball
There’s many reasons for history to be forgotten. There’s many memories history wants to erase. Some, so dark and gruesome that should never be remembered. Some that, even if wrong, should be kept present through generations as they foreshadow that evil that crawls into our future.
By Victor Chavarriaabout a year ago in Fiction
You
The sun, millions of miles away, At the speed of light, it spares no rest, For in your smile, to cast its rays, Upon your skin, where they are blessed.
By Victor Chavarriaabout a year ago in Poets
Parallel melodies
In lingering cadences, notes yearn and bend, Lost chords adrift, where emotions wend. A solo resounds, the heart's echo profound,
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Poets
Wind, hate and sorrow. Content Warning.
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the cold atmosphere of the night. The night dome went pitch black as even the stars tried to hide from the pain on the mother’s voice. Clouds dissipated and rains found somewhere else to fall.
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Fiction
The woman, the rock and the tree
A dirty face, pale skin darkened by grime, the marks of dried tears decorating her cheeks as echoes of lost feelings. A shadow haunted her eyes, all light was gone from them, maybe hidden, maybe lost forever. A steady pace in rhythm but quivering under her own weight. Every step taking her closer to somewhere; that she hoped. Being somewhere is all you can do if you’re nowhere.
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Fiction
Entwined
Two waves dance upon the sea, worlds apart yet bound to be, Hearts divided by the tide, yet in love, they still confide,
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Poets
Dream
It was all black. Not specifically dark but absent of light, not quite but absent of sound. The space was infinite and null as the edges of reality were too blurry and changing. Time was there but not the one she knew. It passed, because she could move but even though she could see her hand waving in front of her face, she saw it slow as if deep below water surface, and still she felt time move fast.
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Fiction
Geo
Fish in the Undine, swim to survive, Humming the bees, visit the flowers to thrive, Birds full of grace, a ballet on zephyr's breath,
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Poets
A Light That Finds a Way
A frail steel vessel, its name long gone, weathered and worn, its spirit torn, Struggling against waves, an unbeding stern,
By Victor Chavarria2 years ago in Poets
Reflection
Fear is the easiest emotion to evoke. When writing, you need to create a strong connection between characters and readers them to feel happiness and joy. Sadness can be associated to personal experiences but how do you do it with people that can relate to specific situation. But fear, even the most fantastic situations can make a person tremble. Is it the survival instincts or just the desire for excitement? I don’t know and I don’t care.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Horror
Sleep Demon
Yesterday was a very tiring day. Between work, college and all your many responsibilities you were more than beat when you got to bed. So much that you didn’t even care to change your clothes. You just got under the blankets and fell asleep.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Horror