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…
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…
What’s the most beautiful thing about stars? There’s a billion of them: two, three, four billion. More than you could count in a hundred lifetimes. When one burns out in an endless sea of twinkling lights, you hardly notice. The sky doesn’t get dimmer, The night doesn’t creep up, Your world keeps turning. Unless, of…
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…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 