A short horror fiction about the mysterious circumstances of cadaver dissappearances, a small town in the 90s, and what happens when one man is so desperate to keep his daughter alive.

We Bite Back Charity Anthology ("Under the Willow Tree")

A raw stream of consciousness poem I wrote the day after the election and had a little bit of a breakdown 

The Reason We Bleed

a love poem I wrote after being dumped and had a friendly reminder from a friend that hot girls don’t let breakups define them 

Hot Girl is a State of Mind

A prose poem about my ascent into a terrifying writer at the expense of my English professors’ sanity. Thanks guys! 

How to Become a Writer 

“Let me tell you of my maker, my lord and master. Be mindful in your notes, for once I am through, I shall not repeat my words.”

A 2nd POV piece wherein a scholar encounters exactly what they were seeking— and the burden that comes with knowledge.

Would You Like to be Born Anew?

A vulnerable, erotic(ish) poem about learning to love yourself in strange, cryptic ways, all thanks to Dracula. 

For the Love of Myself and Lucy Westenra 

“I It’s been a week since the chasm opened, and I’m getting sick of scraping moss off my shampoo bottles.“

What happens when a possible eldritch horror chooses to mess with a tired girl and her fat cat in her small NYC apartment? 

Why my Pot Pie is on Fire in the Toaster Oven

“We’re all curious and self-indulging beasts who can’t handle our own reflection… so we smash headfirst into it, succumbing to our shame just to escape it.”

A queer dark academia piece about the dangers of lusting for what you can’t have. 

Maybe We Are Monstrous 

“ I used to daydream that one day an attractive stranger with a dark secret would visit the shop and sweep me off my feet, but this isn’t what I meant.”

In this piece, a curio shop worker learns the hard way that not all her wares are junk. 

Cryptic Happenings 

“‘Drink it all, Bramwell Grimsbane, and a sweet lover will be after your heart.’”

A piece about what happens when a heartbroken mage goes looking for love the easy (and foolish) way. 

Love Potion

“‘Did you know all along? Is that why you always let me go?’”

My first published piece about what happens when a hero discovers her girlfriend is hiding a villainous secret. 

Keep Your Enemy Closer

“I met the vampire when I was high on cough syrup.”

A flash piece about a strange, spacey girl looking for amusement in a graveyard. What she finds is worth the trouble. 

Pleasant Nightmare 

“Think not with your heart, for it is but blood and flesh. Do not let soft thoughts sway your hand.”

A fantastical enemies to lovers piece. What happens when revenge is interrupted with lust? 

Victoria Wraight

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