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The Title Comes Last

Soul searching, Cannot find map. Legs have gotten tired, Eyes burning with unshed, Unwanted tears.   How long was this road an hour ago? A year ago? Ten years ago?   Am I really lost, Or am I reluctant? Am I tired, Or am I depressed? Am I wandering, Or am I listless?   What … Continue reading

A Glimpse of Life in the Fat Lane

This is an excerpt from my short story, “Memoirs of a Fat Ballerina,” which I’ve entered in a few competitions (don’t worry, I checked the rules and I’m allowed to post on here) and which I’m currently thinking of turning into a full-length YA. Let me know what you think! – Love, V “Memoirs of a … Continue reading

A Kiss by Any Other Name

A moment of doubt, A brief inhalation; Words become superfluous And instinct rules Time lengthens, Fills all waking memory; The last moment before Is the edge of the first. Feelings rain, The reign of thoughts cease And you’re almost there. Suprising, yet gentle In complete overtaking; Atoms explode, As two bodies collide.

My High School Hell: Part III

The Freshmen Freeze Out: Part III Three days later, I stood up in front of the ENTIRE school and delivered a speech that I made up on the spot. On the inside, I was FTFO like a gerbil on Adderol. But outwardly, I was witty, acerbic and thought-provoking. (Or at least my academic advisor thought so.) … Continue reading

My High School Hell: Part II

And now, for the second chapter of the epic (and real) teenage saga: The Freshmen Freeze Out: Part 2 I was still left with doubts as to how I was going to survive in the predatory ecosystem that was Inferno High School. Where was I going to fit in? What link of the food chain … Continue reading

My High School Hell: Part I

Hello, my interweb friends. This week, I’ve been working on a new idea for a YA book that’s loosely based on my own (rather traumatic) High School experiences. Here is an excerpt of a true story from my pre-pubescent journal. You tell me if you think it would make a good story or not. The … Continue reading

A little taste of SEE NO EVIL

Because I care…a random excerpt from one of my many random writing projects. (Don’t worry, this scene has now been cut from the current draft do it won’t spoil anything for those of you who will eventually read it. Spoiler alert: in this story, the protagonist is blind.) “Hey, Silas?” Michael’s voice drifted toward him … Continue reading

Ex-Seusses, Ex-Seusses…

Oh, the excuses we’ll make When the time comes to ‘fess To all of our crimes. Whether under duress, Or guilt-ridden and glib, Tongues loosened from stewing That’s when we’ll explain, Just what we’ve been doing. While creatively creating All sorts of fat fibbies, We’ll stand at attention And sweat through our skivvies. Never forgetting … Continue reading

Refurbished Poetry: Poe for the People.

Dear Edgar Allen Poe, I am so, so sorry for this. The Emo with the Raven Hair… Once upon a work day dreary, while he toiled, depressed and bleary, Over quarterly earnings and “FYI” e-mails he’d rather ignore, Disembodied, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As if a tiny TuPac was rapping, rapping at … Continue reading

Refurbished Poetry: Back in Black

Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are a) easily offended or b) you do not know who Lewis Black is. A Tribute to Lewis Carroll (in the style of Lewis Black) How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he polishes himself with the corpses of his victims, … Continue reading

To: Halo, Love: The Dorks

Welcome to my new “Poetry Renovation” series. I got the idea for this a few days ago, when I was sitting at work, thinking deep thoughts. Deep, dank, stalagtitious thoughts… Anyway, here we go. Poetry Renovation – Version 18.2 Shall I compare thee to a woman’s face? Thou hast better graphics and art more enthralling. … Continue reading

Poe Me, Part II

And now, for an homage of my own creation: When I try to imagine bliss, It doesn’t look a lot like this. But neither does it look like most With towering palm trees or shimmering coast. In fact, I think my bliss might be A quiet cave by a stormy sea. The muddy banks of … Continue reading

A Lesson on Character

Yesterday I was having an e-mail conversation with my dear writer-friend when she mentioned feeling that her characters were “run of the mill” or one-dimensional, whereas mine seemed more “real” or complex. Faced with such flattery, I had to admit to her that I am a big fat cheater. Because I don’t create my characters out of thin air. … Continue reading

A Prologue by Any Other Name

Friends, readers, countrymen… I’m posting this because I want to know what you think. Not from an editing standpoint, or from a literary standpoint, or from any other standpoint really, but from wherever it is you stand. I suppose what I’m really asking is HOW does this make you feel? Are you anxious? Excited? Sad? Disinterested? … Continue reading

Hell’s Bells.

What do I do when I’m blocked? Well Simon, it’s funny you should ask. Usually, I spent a few hours reading Miss Snark, then I go back and look at my own writing until I thoroughly hate it. After that, I tend to stare at the clock with twitchy eyeballs and wonder vaguely why I’m not … Continue reading

Another clip from another story…

Sara stood on the rooftop of the opposite building, five stories above where she’d just been sitting. She stared down at the man on the parking garage as he rubbed his face in frustration. No doubt, he was seriously questioning his sanity right now. Which was exactly what she wanted him to do. Thinking back … Continue reading

Excerpt from the Manuscript

This is a brief peek at the book I’m working on. This is why you never hear from me: Somehow, everyone reaches that point in their lives where they realize one very profound and important truth: there’s only so much schnitzel a person can eat. Unfortunately, Elsa—God love her—refused to stop bringing me food until … Continue reading

Machine Gun Nelly and the Midterm Massacre

My life in acadamia can be compared to the sounds of a 1920’s gang massacre. At first, it starts out quiet. Civil. Pleasantries are exchanged, yet there is an almost audible tension in the air. Somehow, you know that chaos could erupt at any moment. Only the slightest provocation is necessary. It begins with an … Continue reading