Veronica RooneyRude Awakening: A Short StoryIt was the end of the second week and still no sign of blood. Genevieve perched on the edge of the porcelain toilet, toes turned inward…Dec 24, 2021Dec 24, 2021
Veronica RooneyCruel Summer: A MemoirIt was the summer of the cicada, a time of my life when the buzz of insects radiated in my ears like tinnitus, and I became too familiar…Dec 24, 2021Dec 24, 2021
Veronica RooneyProceed With Caution: A Tale of Travel Gone AwryI woke up at 5:15, my bag already hastily packed and my body stewing in last night’s sweat. My five companions and I stumbled down a dimly…Dec 24, 2021Dec 24, 2021