Finding peace.
An evening walk turns beautiful. – Victoria Elizabeth
An evening walk turns beautiful. – Victoria Elizabeth
Pitched, written, and conceptualized by Victoria Elizabeth (February 2014). Cinematography by Morgan Hopfensperger (GoNorth Films) and Emily McCullum Waters (Oh Deer Creative). Photos by Emily McCullum Waters (Oh Deer Creative). Edited and post-production by Victoria Elizabeth.
Credits: Pitched, written, edited, and set-up (staging, finished product, etc.) by Victoria Elizabeth (July 2014). Created for exclusive use by The Daily Buzz, Mojo Brands Media. Performed by Kristen Aldridge and Jessica Reyes. Thanks for viewing! ~ Victoria Elizabeth
It has been several weeks since I posted a life update. Things have been very busy, and I’ve used the blog (lately) to post samples of my academic writing, my poetry, and a few short stories – but nothing personal about me, the “optimist.” (Perhaps I’m due for a rebranding…) Sometimes I wonder what the…
Sharing another close reading I prepared for my “Short Stories of Hemingway” class at Rollins College. ___________________________________________ “Nick was happy as he crawled inside the tent. He had not been unhappy all day. This was different though. Now things were done. There had been this to do. Now it was done. It had been…
I want to be me. Not what anyone assumes of me. I’m a sexual person. I won’t be ashamed of it. I want to have sex. Lots of it. I want to read my books without being called a nerd. I want to write my fucking poetry without someone cranking up some shitty movie to…
Every day the world tells me that I am not good enough. Every day, hundreds of times per day (hundreds of thousands), the world tells me that I am not right. I am not beautiful enough. I am not smart enough. I am not worldly enough. I am not cultured, I am not experienced, I…
It would be simpler, a sharpened blade trailed down slender wrist. Easier than this treacherous game called life. There would be no desire, hope, pain, want, failure. Only absolution, quiet. It would be simpler a handful of pills, some pink, some blue, maybe yellow, just for fun. Eyelids heavy, promised rest, a final resolution that…
Vitriol. Drip, drip, drip. Rolling down in rivers, flood. I bathe in pools of poison. Watch me. Trivial. Skip, skip, skip. Rolling off my shoulders, thud. I dance in puddles of blame. Watch me. Minimal. Rip, rip, rip. Rolling, off my tongue, cud. I dine in ponds of apathy. Watch me. _______________________________ Thanks for reading!…
I am currently taking a course in my MLS program focused on the short stories of Ernest Hemingway. While much is known about his novels (For Whom the Bell Tolls, A Moveable Feast, etc), most people are not as familiar with the incredible focus and dedication Hemingway extended toward the craft of word economy. I’m…