Vikki Head
Bio
There is life-giving and renewing energy in the written word. I find power and solace behind the pen and keyboard and an outlet for my different passions. I enjoy writing fantasy and sci-fi and poetry will always be my third child.
Stories (28)
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The Lost One
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The sky would burn bright orange for only 30 seconds with the blasts coming from the other side of the world. The ones that the children couldn't see, but had always been told the stories of; and then the clouds would move in and cover the moon while turning the sky a light violet color until morning.
By Vikki Head3 years ago in Fiction
The Tower
SKY The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Well, it was her room now, or had been for the last 20 years. Everything in the castle belonged to him though, her father, probably her father. She wasn't quite sure, but it seemed likely considering how she'd been treated compared to the other females. At least, that's what she'd gathered from Dona. Her attendant. Or guard. Whichever.
By Vikki Head3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Princess
Alone in the Woods It was because the child wasn’t crying, that Lady Aranott took pity on it. It, a small human girl with curly, flaming hair, was frail and tiny. Yet, when the dragon chieftain landed her huge and imposing body next to the human, it did not cry or run, nor even flinch. It looked defiantly at her with sharp blue eyes, and climbed atop her blackened skin. Lady Aranott was not used to such boldness from a human, or really anything other than cowering and screaming from them.
By Vikki Head3 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Sheila had never seen a drone until that winter’s day. Well, she’d seen them on TV and the internet, but never in real life. It had flown down, or hovered, or whatever you call it with a medium-sized brown box hanging from a harness underneath it. She’d watched it all surreptitiously from her front window. It’d been ages since she’d gone outside, maybe months if she was being honest with herself, which she rarely was these days. The pandemic had shut her in more than she’d been able to do by herself in the past three years and gave her the perfect alibi for slowly fading from her friend’s memories and invite lists.
By Vikki Head3 years ago in Fiction
