Victoria Bamber

Joined June 2021

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Previously #wildgreensurvivalgirl now #wolfgirlcreates

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Stories (8/0)

Terra Train
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. Or so they say. Bonny’s euphoric scream ran through space, time and beyond as she rode her latest stallion, reverse cowgirl, clawing his thighs in ecstasy,
By Victoria Bamber2 years ago in Fiction
Through the Hobbit Door
Should she go down the rabbit hole through the very British, red telephone box or not? That was Sibby’s choice: Should she follow her friend on a not so magical adventure, or stay with her feet grounded, near the stinking festival toilets?
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Fiction
You Watched Me Fall
Come on. Stop looking at me like that. It’s your fault I'm in this position...go get some help! If only an owl could. Well I guess you’re company at least, someone to vent to... Aidan’s gonna kill me: he's always said not to get distracted by the animals along the roadsides.
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Fiction
Guerrilla Resolutions:
I came across a quote while frantically fitting in a quick skim of a well known social media site the other day; “So many feel lethargic, unmotivated or worn out in this hemisphere.
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Lifehack
Tunes to Chill you to the Bone...
Imagine this: a Hallowe’en gathering that involves a whole bunch of awesome friends (chatting and banter aplenty) with drinks in hand, sat foot tapping round a campfire. The surrounding woodland creaking and looming under a full moon, with various instruments being twanged and jammed to this playlist, creating a perfectly mixed potion for an epic all Hallows night..
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Beat
Exquisite Oblivion
“You look beautiful mamma.” Nel studied herself in the pockmarked mirror on her dressing table. It’s shabby frame draped with a flamboyance of feather boas and beads from past shows, was a reflection of herself.
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Fiction
Aubrey’s Shoes
Aubrey sat on the alcohol stained steps of the nightclub, below green light, emanating from a rotund lady's chest- a string of old Christmas lights she’d thrown on at the end of creating her clubbing outfit:
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Fiction
Precious Cargo
She sat bolshie, clenching her hands, teeth, and toes; Her billowing mass of red, tangled hair yanking at the heart shaped locket around her neck.
By Victoria Bamber3 years ago in Fiction

Victoria Bamber

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Terra Train

Through the Hobbit Door

You Watched Me Fall

Guerrilla Resolutions:

Tunes to Chill you to the Bone...

Exquisite Oblivion

Aubrey’s Shoes

Precious Cargo

Stories (8/0)