“What you are is God’s gift to you, what you become is your gift to God” Hans Urs von Balthasar
Unsheathing my weapon, I sharpen it to a lethal point. Concealed beneath the squalor of an apocalyptic sky, I charge the front lines with calculated strokes, stripping my adversary of integrity. Years of practice have shaped my craft and refined my skill so that I hit my mark but draw no blood. “Hide that before… Continue reading “Weapons of War” A Short Story
Jodie pulled my blue lifejacket from the back of the minivan and handed it to me. “Do you have the map?” she asked, a hint of panic edging into her voice. “Don’t worry, I’ve been planning this trip for over a hundred years.” The sarcastic exaggeration might have been much, but it was ridiculous to think we could get lost canoeing around the shores of… Continue reading “Be At Peace” A Short Story
This morning, I was most pleasantly surprised by an email announcing that my short story, "Hidden, I Hide," has made it to the TOP 50 of the "Wingless Dreamer Literary Contest" 2019!!! My deepest thanks to my followers, mentors and fellow writers for your encouragent and inspiration. Thank you, most especially to writer Ruchi Acharya… Continue reading Exciting News!!!
CONTENT WARNING: The content of this short story, although not explicit, deals with mature subject matter. Her knitted sweater caught on a branch. With shaking hands, she tore herself free, stumbling forward. Night creatures croaked and screeched, raising the hair on the back of her exposed neck. The sound of crisp leaves under heavy feet… Continue reading “Safe” A Short Story
I am blind. No colours or forms, no vivid landscapes, no unique faces or visible features for my memory to cling to. Instead, I immerse myself in the descriptions of brilliant flowers blooming across large expanses –wild, untouched and in abundance— of crystal-clear waters that sparkle with life, and of the soul-piercing blue of… Continue reading Ainslinn: Poetic Prose
With a tenderness the court ladies were sure to envy, the Elf closed the gap between them. His breath filtered down through her hair, caressing her forehead and increasing the pulse in her veins. A hand trailed along her chin, tilting her lips up to his. Moist and soft, his full lips parted slightly as… Continue reading First Kiss: An Excerpt from “Shadow Princess”
Originally written for my sister, Elizabeth; for all those swooning moments and shared admiration for everything and anything "Jane Austen." Imagine the crinkle of the envelope as you slide your fingernail under the wax seal, unveiling its contents. Printed expensively on a piece of card, is an invitation for you and your family to attend… Continue reading “Imagine” A Short Story
Vanessa Marie Caron, Author 