Alana S. Leonard
Bio
A long-time lover of reading and writing.
Achievements (1)
Stories (20/0)
Bloom
The marsh stinks of rot and old magic, smothered beneath the fresh scent of spring. The smell is familiar, and though some may find it unpleasant, I find comfort in it. The day is bleak: the sky grey, the grasses bleached of colour, the waters dark and opaque. Almost—I see something large swish beneath the surface, and I’m careful to step away from the edge. I know what things lurk here.
By Alana S. Leonard3 years ago in Horror
Adjusting
Cold air breezes into my home through the window I’ve opened. I savour it; it smells fresh, damp, earthy. Birds have begun to chirp, sensing the coming day. The sky has barely begun to lighten, but what little light there is glistens off the dew clinging to the blades of grass.
By Alana S. Leonard3 years ago in Fiction
Solace
I can’t stand another day out here. I’m exhausted. I’m feel like I'm losing my mind. There is no reprieve from the unbearable heat, but if I concentrate, I can almost remember the crisp air of nighttime. Stars shining above me, a cool breeze, the smell of rain. It all feels like a lifetime ago.
By Alana S. Leonard3 years ago in Fiction