Vicie Ree

#vss365 My metaphor seems clever, hard to understand. The rain is my emotion, a flower's just a man. I'm a simple #enigma, a pulp mystery. My prose is transparent to those who know me. I'm writing my life story— my VSS-ography.

#vss365 Am I the #contrarian, or was it he? Years slip by. Conversations twist into rows, a #wormhole of fights, a maze of looping vows. Throw me a vest, pull me into a lifeboat, or let me drown in this sea of debt. Trust is lost, #innocence too— time #mellows most. But not us…

#vss365 Stepping inside my friends will see sacred treasures not #idolatry. Llittle altars everywhere, sage-scented memories, displayed to share. Saints and Buddha side by side hear Tarot card mediations My bible kept near. No single faith I gather what consoles: rosary,…

#vss365 Mike scaled depths of darkness. Wielded blinding light. A #savant of his opinions; adamantly right. His love was all or nothing, hyperbolic extremes: A spinner of pedestals, A puppetmaster cutting strings. His life, a grand performance, a spectacle for all to see; but…

I’m not getting my #cummerbund out for any non-fiction awards ceremonies just yet, but as far as I can gather there’s more truth in my upcoming book than in The Salt Path - and it’s a flippin’ novel! #vss365

#FantasyIndiesJuly Day 25 My urban fantasy WIP #BeingRed is now in the hands of trusted beta readers, so here's a shoutout to a couple of my writing besties. @SmartyMarty1126 @auntie_social Please give them a follow and check out their work. They're both incredibly talented!

#vss365 A dew drop of #violet hue, on a grey day, washed from view. Rising waters Raging stream Muddy gasp Roaring scream. Nature’s fury sent waves of pain. The dew drop transformed: to tear—to blood—to rain. The storm did pass, and the sun broke through. The lost dew drop…

#vss365 My eyes? They are glimmering wells effervescent memories bubbling to the surface, shiny copper wishes turning green as light touches water. My smile? It’s a safety vest inflated at will to keep me from sinking into a pool of self-pity, to keep me from drowning in a sea…

#FantasyIndiesJuly Day 22 My urban fantasy WIP #BeingRed is nearly in the beta reading stage. I almost finished the first round of major edits yesterday and expanded my initial draft to over 85k words. Soon, I plan on more edits and getting feedback so I can make final tweaks!

#vss365 #Promise me I learned young was a threat to hold my tongue. The or else unspoken, clear: cut-throat finger from ear to ear.

I am on the final chapter in my first round of edits! Here is a quote from my urban fantasy novel #BeingRed that has been a favorite since I started writing it in 2019. Thanks to all who have been a part of the journey so far, and welcome to those just discovering Red's story.

#vss365 She did not offer “thoughts and prayers” or parrot mindless verse. She did not speak of hope divine — a purgatory curse. Instead, she meditated, with crystals by candlelight, chanting #spiritual "mays." "May those I love have strength to endure hardship, and May joy…

#vss365 Her mind was clouded by stormy thoughts. She could sense a depression moving in. Fearing the darkness, she lit a candle and sought courage in her #onyx talisman. In the palm of her hand she squeezed tight, letting midnight’s stone absorb her dark desire. She prayed for…

#vss365 Her mind was clouded by stormy thoughts. She could sense a depression moving in. Fearing the loam, she lit a candle and sought courage in her #onyx talisman. In the palm of her hand she squeezed tight, letting midnight’s stone absorb her darkness. She prayed for the…

#vss365 System stalled Deluge came A #deviant storm Without warning or name First responders, Heroic rescuers. Media captures devastation for its viewers On camera, politicians cry For public support But on Capitol Hill Social bills they defund or abort Texas floods Just like…

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#vss365 The nightly #skirmish begins with a pillow fight, lasting through the night. I toss and turn, wrestling for blankets, praying for sleep. Eventually I surrender to dreams— Only to be defeated by the 6 a.m. alarm.

#vss365 My arrival was a little too fashionable. Champagne society fanned away their appall; their masks slowly melting in flickering candlelight. I skirted through an arsenic forest of #taffeta to join other white satin debutantes— tender packs of prey rustling in dark corners.…

#vss365 Daddy was a gambling man, "By hook or crook," he'd say. He didn't know its meaning was, "by any legal way." Marked. Shaved. Loaded. Cards and dice, his tools of trade He could #rook anyone, no matter the game he played. Still, he was my hero, always shared his swag,…