VNessa Erlene
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A Ph.D. student and Celtic Priestess who is an explorer of knowledge, spirituality, and political incorrectness. Your voice and knowledge is your power!
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He's The One
Nine years ago, amid the constant scroll of my social media feed—a blur of vacation photos, political rants, and birthday shout-outs—a simple conversation popped up on my feed. It was just a short conversation, intriguing and serendipitous, sent by someone who was a friend of a friend. The sender, Phil, had said simply a now forgotten phrase, but the intellect was apparent from just a couple of sentences.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Fiction
A Mental Minute
In the echoing silence of the downtown library, I stood between aisles of books, arranging the spines that told tales far less bizarre than what I was about to encounter. As the clock above the entrance ticked towards closing time, a man burst through the double doors, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Fiction
Panther Witch
In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets of old and the moonlight danced through the leaves, lived a five-year-old little witch named Elara. Elara had inherited her magic from a long line of powerful witches, yet she possessed a wild spirit that set her apart from her ancestors. Her days were filled with lessons on potions, spells, and the language of animals, but at night, a different kind of magic called to her.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Fiction
Once Upon a Four
Once upon a time, a magical forest known as the Whispering Woods existed in a world not too different from our own. It was a place where the trees were not just trees but wise, ancient beings that had seen the world change over countless centuries. Their leaves whispered secrets of old, and their roots intertwined with the very essence of magic.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Fiction
The Good Girl. Content Warning.
The First Three years I was married in the small Presbyterian church that his grandfather attended every Sunday. The wedding was in December with red and white Christmas decorations. I can remember insisting that there be mistletoe from a big oak tree, however I must admit I did not see the significance of this. It is funny to note that I decorate for the holidays in any color except red and white. I quit the architecture program and continued with small art classes with my mother for a few months. I was soon discouraged from doing this because I should be spending these nights with my new husband. I don’t remember when he started staying away from home, but I am sure it was by the following summer.
By VNessa Erlene2 years ago in Families
A Parted Puddle
Imagine if you will a series about a 54 year old woman and her 24 year old daughter sitting outside, traveling the US and visiting family and friends all while high or smoking weed. The mom has several autoimmune diseases, more degrees than she will ever use or pay for and works full time in the public school system. She has become disenfranchised about life in general. She is still old fashioned enough to never want anyone to find out she gets high due to chronic pain. What she doesn't know is that most people already know and could care less.
By VNessa Erlene3 years ago in Humor
