Vonne Vantablack
Bio
An unreliable narrator with a knack for telling tall tales.
IG @vonnevantablack
“In sterquiliniis invenitur”
Stories (10/0)
Elf on A Shelf: Human Resources Meeting
Holly Jolly, greetings to you all! It's your always friendly and...sometimes annoying Scout Elf Ellie here! It's less than two weeks until I'm back at the North Pole, so it is officially cruch time. I'm sure you're all sick of me and my Elf counterparts by now, so I was talking to the Human Resources Department about how to...well, make you human adults like us more.
By Vonne Vantablack2 years ago in Poets
The Seal That Was Broken
This is part of a collaboration on how the Plastic Crisis affects our oceans. Each story is unique, a cross of fiction and reality that highlights and brings awareness to a very real problem. I encourage you to read these pieces, think about them, and get involved. Take a look at the previous story by Courtney Capone, The Struggling Sea Turtle.
By Vonne Vantablack2 years ago in Earth
The Road to Publishing
Do you have an idea for the next great novel of our time? And you’re just letting it kick around in that noggin of yours? Well, Hemingway, I’m one of the only editors you can meet before you even begin to type out that masterpiece in your head.
By Vonne Vantablack2 years ago in Journal
Death Doesn't Pay Rent
It is strange; I admit—that a coming-of-age story should center around Death. This is a story about loss, Death, and how long you should let him stay with you. Trust me; you're not going to want to just 'let him crash at your place' like he says he will. Death is not a good tenant.
By Vonne Vantablack3 years ago in Confessions
Confessions From The Color Bar
One day, I fixed my mother's thinning eyebrows with Maybelline eyeliner, and she cried. She told me her mother had pointed out her thin brows as a joke as a teenager. It was insecurity my mother never spoke of outwardly, but carried with her for many years. This new feeling of beauty she had from a small line of brown makeup was incredible. I knew I had made a difference.
By Vonne Vantablack3 years ago in Journal
A Curse of Gold
The wind began to carry a malicious tune of change in early September. By the last week of that month, the first delicate flakes of frozen water fell from the clouds, signaling the onset of winter. It was far too early, far too soon for the seasons to be changing.
By Vonne Vantablack3 years ago in Fiction
The Aura of Love
The light above us was brilliant, swirling like an iridescent butterfly coming out from its chrysalis. Vivid colors painted the sky, melting like the wax of a candle in a darkened window. Lights shone down on her face, flitting and reflecting within her muted hazel irises.
By Vonne Vantablack3 years ago in Fiction
