She tweaked her resume for the fifteenth time that morning, eager to make it modern without screaming desperate. After twelve years with the same company, she wasn’t sure what an employer looked for anymore. Were LinkedIn profiles necessary? She added hers, making a mental note to update it. She should probably consider a new email…
Thirty-one. Thirty-one always seemed like the right age to die. Not too old: people will still mourn your youth, the beautiful years of life you had in front of you. Not too young, though. Not young enough to have “barely begun to live.” If you’re too young, you don’t know what you’re giving up. If…
A good friend introduced me to Tom Robbins a few years back with a used copy of Jitterbug Perfume and the note, “You’ll love it, but give it time.” He was right. Robbins is an eccentric writer, highly philosophical and downright playful with his use of language, structure, and syntax. Reading a Tom Robbins’ novel…
Photo Courtesy: http://tonyfoto.com/ ________________________________________ Dear Child, You did not have a name. It’s not that I didn’t have dozens – hundreds – picked out, of course; it’s just that naming you would have made this all too real. So I will call you child, and hope you don’t find it too condescending. This world is…
A micro story: _________________________________ A little white lie never hurt anyone. That’s how it starts. A small lie, innocent in its origins, but it grows. Like a snowball, rolling, growing imperceptibly until, quite suddenly, it’s bigger than both of you, bigger than the house, bigger than the whole god damn block. It was just a…
Very few people can pinpoint the exact day their life turned to shit. It takes years of alcoholism to destroy the liver, so you can’t nail down the day it all began. It takes at least a few months for a gambling habit to bankrupt you, so you can’t draw a circle around the date…
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
In Spring 2013, I attended a Short Story Writing Workshop through the Urban Rethink Foundation in Orlando. The teacher, Jamie Poissant, was great: attentive, patient, and passionate for his craft. In less than four hours, I took a nine page story (that felt like it needed to be a novel) and trimmed it down to…
Photo: My father, circa 2003. Taken on a visit home during my first year in college. I wrote the following short story (non-fiction) for my Ethnography class. It’s too personal and emotional for me to really edit, alter, or attempt to submit for publication, so I’ve opted to share it here. ____________ September 20th, 2006:…
Chirp, chirp! That was the first sound I heard this morning. Despite what you’re thinking, it was not an overeager bird outside my window nor my alarm clock. (In case you’re wondering, my friends, my alarm clock is actually the melodic lullabies of the talented Bruno Mars. Because, really, is there any better way to…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 