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A fantasy cloaked in non-fiction, you were the story I couldn’t put down. Words branded on my eyelids, pressed deep in the pages of my soul. Sex. Magic. Love. Lies. Nonsense. Truth. Now I know why the world burns books. ———————————– – Victoria Elizabeth

Fly

Tinkering with a story… _______________ The rust settled into the tines of each wheel, crept along the base, andinched its way to the white handle gripped tightly by five pudgy fingers. It had been his grandfather’s wagon first, pristine red metal and wooden grating, before his father’s. Now it was his. Flakes of oxidized metal…

Busy Life, Happy Life

The best part about being busy – of working 80+ hours per week and balancing grad school – is that there isn’t time for sadness. There isn’t time to mourn. There isn’t time to be angry. There isn’t time to miss the people you shouldn’t, or to linger on the memories you want to forget.…

The Show Must Go On.

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…

On Hemingway’s “Big Two-Hearted River: Part I”

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…