Novels or Screenplays that I am writing, will write, have written…
HAUNTED By Veronica Park I wanted you to see me For more than I was. But when you finally saw me It was only because I said NO. HELL NO. NEVER. You said I was pretty. Looking back, that was true. Those days I didn’t see it Which is why I went with you. Why I […]
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 […]
You know how I’m always blogging about the perilous allure of original ideas? Those little bastard darlings that seem so promising…so perfect at first glance, but which inevitably end up stalling and dying in mid-thought at some point down the road? We abandon them not because we want to, but because, for whatever reason–at that […]
So I entered this short story contest a while back, which I promptly forgot about until a couple of weeks ago. But anyway, it turns out I made the top 10! Booyah! Here was my entry: You, I Could’ve Loved By Veronica Park It’s incredible how much perspective a person can gain with time. The […]
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 […]
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.
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.) […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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. […]
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 […]
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. […]
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? […]
Tell me who you walk with, And I’ll tell you who you are. But don’t walk this way with me My friend, you won’t get very far. Because the steps I take are rather strange The path unsure and bent. The words I’ve carved along the way Are not the ones I meant. I never […]
In this, my friends, I’ll be brief. School is a bore, And feels like a chore Instead of before, When I loved to explore What was in store. There was knowledge galore And now, I implore Each day is a war, For class I ignore I don’t go anymore. My money I pour Don’t check […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
When I was in high school, I often felt totally discombobulated when it was time to get dressed in the morning. You see, I never really felt like I “fit in” with my age group, but it wasn’t because I couldn’t afford trendy clothes or didn’t have style. No, it was mostly because I had […]
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