Jennifer Vasallo
Bio
Educator by day, writer by night. Millennial. Lover of literature, films, taking pictures, surrealist art, cafecito, cultura, travel, making memories, and my familia. Join me on this wild ride we call life from my perspective🖖🏼
Stories (12/0)
Schitt’s Creek: Where Eccentricity Blooms
Schitt's Creek: a riches-to-rags tale that is hilariously absurd. From “Ew, David's” antics, “A little bit” Alexis’ escapades, Moira’s feuding wigs, and Johnny’s wacky unsolicited advise, the Roses find their way in a town where eccentricity is the currency. Soak it all in as the Roses bloom in unexpected soil.
By Jennifer Vasallo 9 months ago in Critique
Pride & Prejudice: How I REALLY Feel About Mr. Darcy
Pride and Prejudice: Where societal satire gracefully dances with romance. Mr. Darcy, a trash bin of aloofness, masters the art of personal growth. Lizzie Bennet’s wit sparkles like champagne. Elizabethan social norms are dissected all while love conquers folly. A timeless tale where even trash bins can transform into treasures.
By Jennifer Vasallo 9 months ago in Critique
Life in a Static Montage
It’s been said that when we die, we transcend into a peaceful place. One where pain is but a myth—a figment of our imagination, nonexistent. In all honesty, it sounds quite beautiful, and I imagine myself going here from time to time. I often wish that the weight of the world would lift off my back like a feather flowing freely in the wind, gliding effortlessly through the air, but I am here. I am in a place where I am neither here nor there, neither dead, nor alive, I am wandering, but I am breathing, sentient, but not, listening to the beeping monitors as it records the music in my heart. How I wish I could utter a word, any word into the universe, but sadly, utterances are something I haven’t mustered up the energy to do. It is as if I have forgotten to move; forgotten to dance; forgotten to write; forgotten to sing; forgotten to breathe without assistance, but it wasn’t always like this you know?
By Jennifer Vasallo 2 years ago in Fiction
Boxed In
In a charming suburban neighborhood in New Orleans, the Davis family members were packing up their final boxes and getting ready for the big cross-country move. Sam, a marketing representative, was recently hired as a marketing executive for a company that was based out of Boston, Massachusetts. Although Sam was hired almost three months ago, he and his wife Kate waited until summer break so that they wouldn’t uproot Georgia and Jinny from their lives in the middle of the school year. Georgia, the eldest of the two sisters, was friendly, but incredibly shy. Sam and Kate were worried that if they moved the girls cross-country in the middle of the school year, Georgia would probably have a tough time readjusting to the sudden change. After all, freshman year is notoriously known for being the toughest year and Sam and Kate feared that an unwelcomed change on their growing teen’s life would lead to depression and anxiety. Jinny, on the other hand, was still in elementary school and would probably not remember a single detail from the whole ordeal, but out of respect for Georgia, the couple chose to make a long-distance marriage work until school was over. As they were packing, Sam and Kate were reminiscing on all of the memories they had made together in that house. The couple has lived in New Orleans their entire lives, so packing their family’s four door sedan to its gills, locking their doors, and putting up the ‘sold’ sign on the hanging billboard at the edge of their property was a bittersweet moment for each of them respectively.
By Jennifer Vasallo 3 years ago in Horror
The Sweetest Dessert
*Trigger Warning: depiction of sexual assault* Ever since I ended things with Pablo, I’ve been realizing that I miss him so damn much, and for what? He cheated on me with some random Becky that he met at a bougie coffee shop in Miami. This man posted pictures of them together all over his social media pages, calling her his “elementary school bestie” for months, and when I confronted him about their uncomfortably close friendship, he denied on his abuelita’s (grandmother) grave that there was anything between them, but, like any good Latina who struggled with self confidence, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and believed his little cuentos (stories); however, something told me that his stories were off and so my internet sleuthing quest began.
By Jennifer Vasallo 3 years ago in Criminal
Little By Little, Step By Step
It is without a doubt that teaching during the pandemic was one, if not the most, difficult parts of my career. Now, I am not a seasoned veteran who has 10 plus years of experience under her belt or anything, nor am I someone who has experienced some of the harshest challenges that other educators have, but here I am entering year five and going through a career crisis—one that I did not even intend to have because even though I am often burned out by my career, I thought teaching was my life’s passion.
By Jennifer Vasallo 3 years ago in Education
Salomé's Locket
It has been thirteen years since the invasion. We were out manned, out gunned, and out willed. The Metataurians were a force to be reckoned with and it was clear that they weren’t leaving until their mission was complete. At first, there were peace talks with all the major governmental figures of this planet, but this was merely a façade. The Metataurians did not intend to actively partake in peace talks. What they wanted was a distraction. They needed to buy enough time to build their ‘reeducation’ camps while the humans of the world bickered and argued over fickle matters, as they usually do. Once they arrived, they treated our planet like their new home. We did not know it at the time, but prior to invasion, the Metataurians had run various espionage missions on our planet. During these missions, they concluded that we were a society of hyper connected creatures who did not know how to use our interconnectivity as a force of good. They knew our digital connectivity had the potential to create bonds, but more importantly, they quickly realized that it could be used as a tool to create wedges among the people of this planet. They knew we hated each other for things like gender identity, culture, race, religion, sexuality, political ideologies, etc. They knew that we had weaknesses. They knew some of us were gullible. They knew we were greedy and self-preserving; they even knew that we were quick to hide behind the anonymity of a digital screen. Like every dynasty from the past, with the knowledge of our weaknesses, they did not hesitate to extort it.
By Jennifer Vasallo 3 years ago in Fiction
