Victoria Ward
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I am a girl who likes reading, writing, watching, and having fun! I love writing about books, movies, music, games, and anything else that makes me happy.
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Time Machine Travel?
Email from School Superintendent: To the Senior class of 2050, The school board has decided that upon the recent discovery and establishment of the time travel devices schools, you will be conducting the matron voyage. You might be wondering where you are traveling to, how long you will be there, and what is required for you to go. I will begin answering your burning questions with announcing that you, the senior class of 2050, will be heading to the historical London, England in the 14th Century! The exact location on the timeline you will be experiencing is 1395.
By Victoria Ward4 years ago in Geeks
Tennessee William's Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert
What Does the Earth Feel but Cannot Say? The significance for writing this paper is to reiterate and focus in on specific ideas Terry Tempest Williams brings up in Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert. Williams’s passion for the desert is the reason she wrote the book in the first place, and I will dig deeper into the way she writes to express nature. Red stands out as a work of literary non-fiction prose that explores Terry Tempest Williams’s attachment to the wilderness of Utah. Throughout the book, Williams portrays theme of beauty and destruction. She elaborately describes the beautiful landscapes of Utah and destruction of those landscapes. Unfortunately, animals, trees, and other parts of the outdoors cannot speak and ask for the destruction to stop. Terry Tempest Williams describe the suffering wilderness that cannot fight back by offering political, historical, and descriptive style. Williams writes about nature with deep connections to Utah and it amplifies her passion as she advocates to save the wilds of Utah and inspire others do the same in their area.
By Victoria Ward4 years ago in Earth
Awaited Magic Part 3
Ch. 3 Where’s the Cat? The next morning, I woke with Moon in my face wanting attention. I had no idea when the last time he was fed. However, from the looks of his rounded-out belly I think he feasts on the unfortunate mice creeping around the house. I rolled out of bed and sat Moon on the floor. My alarm clock read 8:00am, so it was a little early to be rising but I wanted to examine everything in this house from top to bottom; starting with the attic. I grew curious over night thinking about what might be under those tarps near the back wall. Moon gazed up at me with a look of longing for a bite to eat. I image we brought something he could snack on before his next catch. The cat began to rub against my leg with a passionate purr.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Geeks
Awaited Magic Part 1(Reimagined):
Ch. 1 Moving In We moved to an old manor out in the middle of nowhere. Mom and Dad were the type of people who buy fixer upper houses, flipped them, and sold them back to the world. Was I excited about moving away from my friends and starting a new life in a house that could be haunted? Well, while it might be cool to live in a one-horse town where everyone knows each other, the abandoned manor at the top of a mountain wasn’t as appealing. We drove through the town on the way to the road where the asphalt met the gravel as the path took us higher into the mountains. As we drew closer to the house, the road became covered in fog which made the driving for dad more difficult.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Wander
#1 Writing Prompt Challenge
* In honor of St. Patrick's Day 2021, here is a fun little story! Wow, how did I get here? I’ve never seen a grassy hill this green and lush before. The hills race so far into the distance that I can’t see anything beyond them; I don’t know where they end. Turning around, I survey my surroundings. behind me is a clump of bushes sprouting little yellow flowers. They look like the yellow flowers from Animal Crossing; I think they’re called Camellia flowers.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Humans
Birthday Misadventures
Mom’s baking tastes like eating a cloud drizzled in smooth maple syrup. It is so relaxing to just sit and watch the syrup slowly cascade down towards the plate. I move to grab my fork and take a bite, but I don’t taste anything. Hey! Why can’t I taste anything? I continue to try and eat what is supposed to be the most spectacular birthday meal, but I can’t any of the foods that I’m putting in my mouth. What the heck? This can’t be happening! I want my breakfast meal to be perfect; it can’t taste perfect if I can’t taste the flavor! I awake from the nightmare of losing the thing I want most on my birthday. I sit up in bed and try to relax knowing that the breakfast downstairs is not ruined.
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Families
"In A Pandemic"
A Villanelle Poem: * This poem was written during the middle of the Pandemic and my last year of college. The poem represents how I felt while in the last weeks of trying to complete assignments and the feeling of being done when the semester was over. It was crazy for a while, and then everything calmed down after I graduated. Isn't college life great?
By Victoria Ward5 years ago in Poets
