Victoria Gurnee
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Freelance Writer and Author, Artist, and Gaming Hobbyist.
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The Price I Pay
Dear Stranger, At times I wonder if I am lucky to be here and not out there. At times I wonder if the confinements of this cage is all I will ever see and I imagine what it may be like outside. To not feel the coldness of these bars and the suffocation of not being able to soar high into the sky and be free. I was born from an egg, although I’ve never met my parents. I was raised being hand fed from these strange beings that seem to always want to look at me.
By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
Liar
Liar by VALMRY They say many things about telling false words and most stories have been told in the form of fairytales. This story, however, came from my encounter with a peddler. He was a strange man but nothing short of pleasant and courteous. He was standing right next to a bench overlooking the New England coast and had an aura about him that seemed to attract people passing by. He had a simple woven fabric placed on the ground with various items strewn about and he sung a harmonious tone with the tunes of his harp. Normally I would have thought it was a little strange that he be in such an odd place doing a bit abnormal tune with a not so popular instrument anymore; but homeless or poor people often set up places like this to make money for their necessities. Even though I had other things to do, I had found myself in front of this man looking at his things. Normally, I would just look and leave. Maybe, perhaps, inspect a couple things and then buy one just to be nice. This time however I noticed something that made me think twice about leaving.
By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
Vathýs
Vathýs by VALMRY I often go to places for inspiration, trying to fuel my ever growing desire to keep working on my art and writing skills. In the fall I decided to visit a small area known as Star Island in the New England area. I had heard rumors of its beautiful scenery and explicit isolation just from the coast. It was connected to two other small island areas known as Cedar Island and Smuttynose Island and; while it only had a few small stone buildings and Chapels, a hotel for conferences, and a dock for the ferry and other boats to come and go, the ocean spraying against the rocks proved to be a very inspirational site indeed.
By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
