Dominique Ortner
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A.K.A Victoria Wethers
If you like a pained artist and creator ranting about their struggles; then I guess I'm the author for you.
Urban Fantasy with a lot of torment.
Stay tuned for original short stories.
Stories (4)
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Oscuridad
Frost crept up the window pane as Penelope stood next to the fireplace, the marble mantle biting into her bare shoulder. Her brother sat on the couch playing chess electronically with his friend halfway around the globe. It was a normal night in mid June besides the frost on the window. Penelope had no idea as to why frost was covering her window slowly. Her brother didn’t seem to notice; until the television above Penelope’s head switched on automatically-the newsman looked panicked and kept looking off screen at something Penelope and the other viewers couldn’t see. Whatever it was, it scared Dan Connolly the news anchor.
By Dominique Ortner4 years ago in Fiction
The Nomad
Not so long ago, the world was at peace. Not so long ago my family was alive. Not so long ago I still felt human; but not so long ago to me, was two centuries to mortals. For two centuries I’ve been a lone vampire, self-cursed to roaming the decimated country that once was the most powerful country in the world.
By Dominique Ortner4 years ago in Fiction
A Battle
The bio portion of our profiles as creators isn't much at 240 characters. That is hardly enough to get to know someone. I have been writing for eighteen years since I was seven years old! It really doesn't seem real sometimes and I look forward to using this platform to expand my reader pool!
By Dominique Ortner4 years ago in Journal
Under the Pear Tree
I was looking out my window now. I should be writing I thought to myself; but instead I was looking at the pear tree that grew in my backyard. Surrounded by bushes and saplings it was the only tree with any hints at life. It was in full bloom today; even though the rest of the world was still barren and recovering from the harsh winter, this Pear tree was alive and strong and ready to birth its new fruits.
By Dominique Ortner4 years ago in Fiction
