Virginia Salsbury
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I have lots of thoughts in my head, and I decided to write them out. Sometimes it will be in the form of a story or a blog post style. Come along with me in this writing journey!
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The future
“Ashlyn, wakeup!” yelled Tara from the kitchen. Ashlyn rolled her head to the other side and started to open her eyes and look out the window. “I guess it was just a dream and I’m still here” she thought to herself. She started to sit up and she could still hear Tara yelling for her. “Ash, wake up! I need your help”. Ashlyn started to walk over to the kitchen from the living room, “what do you need my help with? “Tara turned around and looked her up and down; “you know for a fashion blogger; your lounging apparel isn’t that great”. She kept walking towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the unhelpful comment being thrown her way. “I need you to come with me and take some pictures for me, I have to put together looks for my article and I am on a deadline” Tara explained. Tara was a tall, beautiful woman who looked impeccable all of the time and when she walked it was like she was floating. Ashlyn, while she was a fashion blogger and could pull herself together when she needed too, knew she could never look as effortless as Tara did. “What is your article about?” she asked. Tara put two wine glasses in front of her and began to pour. “Pandemic street styles; are people still putting in an effort now that we are coming out of the pandemic or are we still embracing the quote unquote comfy look” she explained as she slid a glass over to Ashlyn. “Where do you want to go to take these pictures? How many subjects do you need?” she asked. Tara took a sip of the wine,” I want to go downtown, I think. I feel like there is a good amount of people who are different enough that I can get a smorgasbord of looks. Hopefully” Ashlyn took a swig of the wine and looked at the open laptop on the counter, that had Tara’s article open on it. “I can help you out with that, I have hit a wall for my blog writing anyways. Maybe I will see someone or something that will light my mind on fire, and I can write again” “Great, maybe put some different clothes on and let’s go get it done, I have until Thursday morning”. “Tara, it’s Tuesday night, why did you put it off so long?” Ashlyn asked. “Shh, no questions. Go get changed” Tara said as she wrapped her arms around her and led her to the stairs so she can go get changed.
By Virginia Salsbury4 years ago in Fiction
The lonely hearts club
Valentine's Day is upon us again. As I watch my friends and family post about their significant others, I wonder, “is that what I want, or am I just content with being alone?" I have loved and lost, and I have learned from every experience. But I occasionally find myself thinking that it would be enjoyable to have a partner to share this life with. I have great friendships that I cherish with all my heart, but maybe I don’t want to be the “single friend” for the rest of my days. The continuing Covid pandemic certainly doesn't help, but I guess it's just part of life. Writing this makes me reflect on a past relationship that I really wished had never ended. What led to its end? Basically, I think that it was just a result of my own mind. I ask myself if I want to stay a lifelong member of the lonely-hearts club or if I want to pursue happiness. I also wonder if the way I feel is due to Valentine's Day and love being everywhere. As I think about it, I hope it will clear a path for me to follow that seems right. To everyone out there who might be feeling this way, keep hope. We’ll figure it out and hopefully end up happy and where we are supposed to be. Either alone or with a partner.
By Virginia Salsbury4 years ago in Poets
"The wings my dreams live on"
The wings my dreams live on As Emma started her car that cold morning, she thought to herself “there is more to life than this”. Emma is a 30-year-old who works just to make ends meet and to help keep her PTSD in check. Working for her is a way to keep her mind off that afternoon when life would change her forever. She used to be a bubbly, fun-loving person, and now she can barely leave her room and when she does, it’s just to go to work. As she sits in her car as it warms up, she is hit with a flashback of the attack and in the center of the flashback, his face. His face haunts her and it’s been almost 10 years. She has struggled since then to get her life on track the way she wants. But today, she has decided that that all of it changes.
By Virginia Salsbury4 years ago in Motivation
