Jessica Vann
Bio
28 year-old full of whimsy and daydreams living in the bustling city of Toronto, Ontario. A lover of despondent, heartbroken things.
Stories (14/0)
- Top Story - August 2023
Stay
Silence simmers slowly over slender skeletons; serenades sullen souls slipping into sweet surrender. Serrated songstress, shudder, shriek, shrink in shambles. Speak soft, sombre saviour–secrets secured sour in sanctified solariums. Safe from slaughter, seized by shaky sinners, survive in spite.
By Jessica Vannabout a year ago in Poets
- Top Story - March 2023
The Children of Coral & BoneTop Story - March 2023
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. They would swirl and grow until even the moon was swallowed up by their rhythmic movements. Their voracious appetite was almost enough to rival that of the Children’s.
By Jessica Vannabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2023
Bones & LaddersTop Story - February 2023
I’ve been trying to pin him down with words but he transcends every syllable in the dictionary. He’s been darting left and right across the horizon, hunting the sun like morning may never come. I can hear it laughing at his foolishness as he fastens together a ladder made from old bones, thinking it will be tall enough to reach what he’s after.
By Jessica Vannabout a year ago in Poets
Together, a Paradox
You are as effervescent as the wild brook behind that hundred-year-old house. You are as careless as a spring breeze, roaring between the rocky hills of your forgotten town. It’s a mark on an outdated map, telling you monsters lay beyond the edge of the horizon, beneath the folds of saltwater seas. Still, you lilt through disremembered mine shafts, flit across the azure lake, never static, never slowing down.
By Jessica Vann2 years ago in Poets
Evergreen
There is a place, hidden deep within the trees that remain forever green, where the mountains part like some sleeping giant’s maw and give way to a glassy lake. Static, a liminal space where the old ones whisper quietly to the mossy earth and no human has tread for centuries.
By Jessica Vann2 years ago in Fiction