Welcome
Fiction stitched from memory, silence, and the spaces life forgets to fill.
Writing from the breath between moments-where truth lingers in disguise.
Who is Vida Lark
Vida Lark moves through the world trying to find herself, trying to find Home. She has pieced herself together. Her past is a patchwork of memory and mystery, stitched with threads no one else can see.
She walks with the grace of someone who’s learned to listen to silence—not just endure it. Her words are spare. When she speaks, it's with the weight of things left unsaid. Most people remember her eyes, and how they seemed to hold space—for you, for a moment, for something unnamed.
Vida dwells at the edges—of small towns, of conversations, of rooms filled with light. She collects moments others overlook: the hush between thunderclaps, the warmth of light pooling on a windowsill, the way time slows when a secret is almost spoken.
Not everything about her can be known. That’s the point.