by Victoria Grzybowski | Aug 9, 2017 | Writing
Sophia’s fingers hurt from twisting them around each other as she had been doing for the majority of the morning. Asking father for something could either be extensively intimidating and rejection enhancing, or it could be the complete opposite; Full of excitement,...Read More
by Victoria Grzybowski | Aug 2, 2017 | Writing
She was inadequate. Utterly unworthy. As a young queen, she had watched her husband with awe and admiration. The king was bold, brave, wise. . . everything a king should be. Her beloved husband was kind, compassionate, yet still a ruler. Someone the entire kingdom...Read More
by Victoria Grzybowski | Jul 26, 2017 | Writing
Tears of pain and gut-wrenching sorrow streamed down her face, mixing with the ashes and dirt that streaked her skin. The fire and heat threatened her very breaths with its power. It had been a normal day, working as a maid servant for her mistress, the Lady...Read More
by Victoria Grzybowski | Jul 20, 2017 | Writing
She strolled quietly, almost tiptoeing out to the end of the crude dock they had constructed. She loved these early morning times of quietness. Before even the birds woke up. Fog floated softly over the top of the water, and the night frogs still sang their hollow...Read More
by Victoria Grzybowski | Jul 12, 2017 | Writing
Writing Prompt 043 Tears streamed from her tired eyes and splashed down her face and onto the foliage below. An entire afternoon and night she had spent in the forest, lost. Mama and Papa had always told her to stay where she was when lost. Dawn was just starting to...Read More
by Victoria Grzybowski | Jul 7, 2017 | Writing
The cold rain that beat against the window at her back somehow seemed to match the mood of the day. Leora curled up on the window seat a little tighter and pulled the afghan up higher. She rocked herself. In the silence, the old manor house seemed to take on its own...Read More
