Violet Acevedo

Author Archive: Violet Acevedo

Stories, fictional and nonfictional, have always fascinated me. The desire to discover new stories is why I moved from Austin, Texas to Boston to go to school. The drive to learn about capturing stories is why I am in the College of Communication. And the need to express stories is why I write for this blog.

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Book Review: ‘Welcome to Night Vale’

Book Review: ‘Welcome to Night Vale’

| March 20, 2017 | 0 Comments

Now out in paperback, the ‘Welcome to Night Vale’ novel, is an expanded yet familiar presence.

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Growing Up Sentimental

Growing Up Sentimental

| March 16, 2017 | 0 Comments

I had to show her how much our friendship meant to me. I was eleven. At the time, I clinged to everything and everyone, placing emotional weight everywhere and grieving every loss or passing.

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Interesting Times

Interesting Times

| February 23, 2017 | 0 Comments

Like saying someone is “late” when they’re dead, “interesting” is a nice, sanitized way to describe change, upheaval, and conflict. No one wants to live in volatile times. Yet, in the past, “interesting times” generally resulted in progress.

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Melbourne is not a “shithole”

Melbourne is not a “shithole”

| February 1, 2017 | 0 Comments

“That place is a shithole,” our Irish roommate at the hostel said. I really wanted to prove him wrong.

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The Myth of Rangitoto

The Myth of Rangitoto

| January 30, 2017 | 0 Comments

We sat atop the volcanic peak of Rangitoto, relishing the tranquility of height and nature and distance, that is before three blond Americans came in blasting their pop music and sporting their $100+ sneakers.

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Kiwis Talk Trump

Kiwis Talk Trump

| November 8, 2016 | 1 Comment

Impressions of the 2016 Presidential Election while abroad in New Zealand.

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A rose is dying…

A rose is dying…

| August 29, 2016 | 0 Comments

A story: She didn’t want to admit it but she could still feel the soft crackle of the dead rose petals on her fingertips.

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The Patio

The Patio

| August 5, 2016 | 0 Comments

I’ve watched over this patio all winter. I’ve always wonder what it would be like to sit on there and have a drink.

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In A World Not My Own

In A World Not My Own

| April 19, 2016 | 0 Comments

April 19, 2013: My first impression of Boston was of a closed and silent city during the Marathon bombing manhunt.

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