Anna LaFountaine
Author • Illustrator • Cartoonist • Photographer • Freelance Copy Editor
Drowning
Sinking while the radiance around me rapidly fades. I can’t cry out, twinkling transforms to cold shades. My thoughts are on one thing and nothing at all,
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
In the Dark
Lantern cutting through the black. Guiding my way, no turning back. Lost in a haze, a fog, a bad dream. I walk forward.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
On the Other Side
I have two cats. One is a beautiful orange tabby named Peanut and the other is a black cat with a white patch on his chest named Edgar. I brought them home at the same time and ever since they’ve been inseparable. I feel so lucky to have Peanut and Edgar and they always make my days interesting. These two boys love to play fight, cuddle, play with their toys and they especially love trying to raid the pantry for snacks they shouldn’t be eating.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
Falling
Eyes closed. Dream state. Trapped within myself. Fast beating heart rate. Unable to move. Feeling the world, move drastic.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
Dear Eleanor
Remember when we walked on the beach? And you found that pink shell and held it up to your ear to hear the waves? Then you said to me, “Listen!” And you held up the shell to my ear, hoping I would hear the sound you heard. I remember saying, “I don’t hear a thing!” You got mad and insisted it was the most beautiful sound and you laughed as you tried to get me to listen and to hear it but I still couldn’t. So instead you sang to me with your sweet voice and we danced on the beach with the sound of the waves crashing and seagulls flying overhead.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
The Stuffed Elephant
There’s this really old stuffed elephant that had been passed down through my family for generations. Surprisingly the stuffed animal is in pretty good condition. Just a little bit of wear and tear but overall it’s clean and in good shape. I remember my mother receiving the stuffed elephant from my grandmother and the words she said as she presented it to my mom always stuck with me, even when it made no sense to me as a five-year-old. “It’s your turn with the elephant. Good luck.” I remember her saying. I didn’t understand why she said those words to my mom about a stuffed toy.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
The Funeral
My uncle died. I didn't know him that well since he was a distant member of the family. Even so, I was still expected to attend the funeral with my mother. I'm not a fan of anything around the topic of death and I hate anything that's scary. I've always been uneasy about that kind of thing. My mother was late and I was already in the funeral home waiting for her to show. I stood and waited by the front door and noticed that not many people were there yet.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
The Deer
Driving down a secluded road was nothing more than routine for Jonathan. He had driven down this dark and empty road more times than he could count and nothing out of the ordinary was ever worth making a note of. He worked the night shift in a factory and enjoyed the scenic view of fields and forests, even though it made the commute to work longer.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
