Virginia Woolf Novels & Stories

Was I that more vital person and Vera had deliberately put me among them? I found my dictionary and looked up ‘scourge’. I only knew the punishment meaning. There it was. ‘A person who causes great trouble.’ Questions, but no answers. Were those two carefully chosen sentences a warning to the village children living in the shadow of the aristocracy? Was our teacher trying to tell us back then who the enemy was? Or perhaps I haven’t to this day a clue what Woolf wanted to say? Did she know, or did she merely like the sound of the thought? One never knows with clever people. She was closer to Vera in social class and opportunity, born with the dreaded silver spoon firmly entrenched from day on

Many birthdays have come and passed, my baby is finally starting to develop a big side too, the thing with us, with our planet we agreed with the humans on taking them not to just fulfil being our little who is raised and growing up to be one of us, they are also our mates, our other half, we love them, we love them having a little side, always. Violet is now the big age of fifteen, fifteen, I feel so old right now, I've been trying my best to get her to come over, I've spent seventeen years just trying to finish my business to get to this point, now that she's old enough for me to actually leave her and get back to my business, I don't want to do it.

More than I did. I did love her. More than I could fathom. More than I could put into words. Virginia was my goddess and if she wished to be the one to end her mother’s life, despite how painful it would be to do, I had to let her have this. I couldn’t protect her from everything, as much as I wish I could wrap her up in cotton wool, I wouldn’t be giving Virginia her freedom, I wouldn’t be allowing her to be the woman I fell in love with. Virginia was independent, fiery and strong. I had always known that, I just refused to give in to her demands because I considered mine more important.

I was not even listening! “Being feminism as her main subject on most of her writings, Virginia Woolf is always acknowledge in every form by many notable novels and Authors. Although, her mental illness ruined everything about her, it doesn’t stop people from knowing who is she and how she has a big relevance in the industry, Mister.” Mister Dawson nod his head a little. “Thank you, Miss Nicollete.” The latter giggle in an obvious manner, making me cringe from my won seat. This woman has seriously a huge crush towards this man. I thought to myself.

Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season. Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."

More than I did. I did love her. More than I could fathom. More than I could put into words. Virginia was my goddess and if she wished to be the one to end her mother’s life, despite how painful it would be to do, I had to let her have this. I couldn’t protect her from everything, as much as I wish I could wrap her up in cotton wool, I wouldn’t be giving Virginia her freedom, I wouldn’t be allowing her to be the woman I fell in love with. Virginia was independent, fiery and strong. I had always known that, I just refused to give in to her demands because I considered mine more important.

More than I did. I did love her. More than I could fathom. More than I could put into words. Virginia was my goddess and if she wished to be the one to end her mother’s life, despite how painful it would be to do, I had to let her have this. I couldn’t protect her from everything, as much as I wish I could wrap her up in cotton wool, I wouldn’t be giving Virginia her freedom, I wouldn’t be allowing her to be the woman I fell in love with. Virginia was independent, fiery and strong. I had always known that, I just refused to give in to her demands because I considered mine more important.

More than I did. I did love her. More than I could fathom. More than I could put into words. Virginia was my goddess and if she wished to be the one to end her mother’s life, despite how painful it would be to do, I had to let her have this. I couldn’t protect her from everything, as much as I wish I could wrap her up in cotton wool, I wouldn’t be giving Virginia her freedom, I wouldn’t be allowing her to be the woman I fell in love with. Virginia was independent, fiery and strong. I had always known that, I just refused to give in to her demands because I considered mine more important.

"How was she? Who did she run with?" "Good wolf. Quiet. Did her job and went home." Anthony crossed his arms, looking at the ceiling. "Only friend she had was her roommate. A male. Had one of those ancient names. Like a warrior." "Victor?" "That's the one. VX. He was always lurking around here, trying to get a slot on the Crystal Dance Stage. As for Sofia... she was clean. That’s the weird part." "Clean?" "Clean as a whistle. Never saw her touch a drop of the hard stuff, let alone the junk that killed her. If you ask me, the whole story stinks."

The reporter takes a few more pictures of us before pulling out a pen and paper, “So, the world wants to know, how did you two fall in love?” “What a great question,” Anthony smiles, squeezing my arm as if to go along with what he is about to say, “Violet is a beautiful woman, so of course, I decided to ask about her when I caught a glimpse of her on the news. She is a little difficult to find due to her mastery in avoiding the paparazzi but I just knew she was the one for me. She is hard working and has a kind heart, making me realize that she was the only one I would marry.”