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.) […]