It’s easy to get wrapped up in the day to day of life. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Work, school, gym, eat, bed. Rinse, repeat. But now and then, we get a reminder that there is more than just this…
There’s something about a glass of wine (or a bottle) along with a sweaty workout that gets the blood flowing. And blood flowing leads to writing, writing, writing. ———————— You were the lie I told myself, The truth I made myself believe. My careless mind let down its guard To a heart that would deceive.…
It amazes me that it has been deemed necessary to post No Swimming signs around retention ponds. Especially here in Florida, I’ve assumed it’s common knowledge for everyone that standing water, unless fed by a spring, is guaranteed to make you sick with some sort of amoeba or parasite. Yet, somehow, somewhere, there must be…
I’m very pleased to announce that my micro fiction story, “Father,” was published by the Journal of Microliterature today! It’s very brief (under 50 words), so it will be a quick read. Please check it out by clicking here! Thank you for reading! Victoria Elizabeth
I was feeling restless and melancholy this evening, so I opted for a late night walk through a local park to work out the pent up energy. By day, this bridge is bright, cheery, and welcoming. By night, though, it’s slightly ominous. It gave me a few story ideas to work on, so I thought…
This is a poem I’ve been working on (and endlessly tweaking) for the last four months. I can’t seem to get it where I like it, so I thought I would share it here and solicit feedback. Any ideas or thoughts are welcomed. ———————————– Does it ever dawn on you that maybe you’re just faking…
One day, I will waste away small enough to fit in your pocket. You’ll tuck me away, beg me to stay, a paperweight to fit in your pocket. Like clay, molded to play. Finally worthy to fit in your pocket. You’ll lovingly say, “I’ll take you away,” small enough to fit in your pocket. For…
I’ve been taking a lot of pictures lately as both a mental break from writing and a means of stretching other creative muscles. They say in weightlifting that if you train smaller, less noticeable muscles, it helps to support the growth and strength of the larger ones. I’m hoping the same applies to the creative…
I had the unique fortune to visit the Genius Reserve in Winter Park today as part of an evening field trip for my class. While the indigenous and exotic flora were interesting, I’d say the strutting fauna definitely dominated the show. This guy, with his machismo display of feather and pomp, won me over. If…
Recent inspiration results in a lot of new poetry. I’m not sharing the majority of it (yet), but I will try to post a few here and there. Here’s one that I wrote (with a dry erase marker on the bathroom mirror) this morning. It’s unedited and weak, but I don’t plan to revisit it…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 