Short spurts of prose, bushels of emotion, fluttering word-paintings and curious dark-brights.
Ramblings, rants, and other CONSTELIS VOSS misc pieces of writing that don't fit anywhere else. Enjoy!
Characters: Olive & Alex. Location: 1995, New York City, Earth. Mission: Replace Olive's ruined favorite sweatshirt. Results: Disastrous and lovely.
“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.” — James Baldwin
A first-person perspective of some of Diana's thoughts on being a 'difficult woman.'
What happens when a robot from the distant future—with a personality from the 90s—uses social media for the first time?
The cast and crew of CV gets stuck in a human experiment. Alex struggles to leave the experiment with his sanity intact. It's all metaphors, baby.
It's 1995, in the past of pasts. Blake Anne Percival wrestles with accepting her role.
He always was a good, simple guy. And maybe that's what it takes to make a difference in peoples' lives, after all.
How do we define the absence of something that should exist? An inaction is still an action. This is media literacy 101, and Vox is the topic.
I'm sure you'll make a villain of me, someday, because that's the only way you know how to survive. [An alternative perspective to the prior two short stories]
Olive/Maya from the sci-fi trilogy CONSTELIS VOSS grapples with the same perspective of Alex's lovelorn bullshit.
Alex from the sci-fi trilogy CONSTELIS VOSS grapples with love lost and found again.