Anna LaFountaine
Author • Illustrator • Cartoonist • Photographer • Freelance Copy Editor
In the Kitchen
Dim light shining over the sink. The sound of water dripping into a dirty cup. What lurked there? I could not think. The refrigerator humming.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
Basement
Chained down, just waking up. There’s no sound. Something is wrong. Where am I? I am bound. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
The Mirror in the Cabin
Has something strange ever happen to you and it takes a while for you to internalize what happened? It still doesn’t make sense to me and I’m having trouble trying to understand the reason behind it. I just know I’ll probably never go camping again. A few days ago I went on a camping trip with my best friend Lumi. She’s not really the type of person who would want to go camping. I planned on bringing a tent and sleeping on the ground in a cozy sleeping bag. On the other hand, I found out that she had rented a cabin on the campgrounds we were staying at. “Don’t worry about it, Jess!” She persuaded. “You won’t regret it! It’s still camping.” I remembered scoffing. “It’s really not.”
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
Summer’s End
Summer happened early this year and while no one was expecting it to, one person was overcome with joy. “What will you be doing today?” A voice called out to Lena who was in the middle of daydreaming. “Hmm?” She snapped out of it. “Sorry. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing now that school is over.” Her friend Sam set down a glass of lemonade onto the diner table. He wiped his hands onto his apron. “When my shift is over we can head over to the bookstore.” He suggested. “Nah.” Lena sighed. “I spent all of my time there while I was in school. I need something different but there’s never anything to do in this town.” Sam laughed. “You were so excited to be done with school and to start summer but instead you look pretty bummed.”
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
The Sculpture
I remember things so clearly that it feels like I lived these events not too long ago. In fact, it has been an extremely long time since I last saw my friend Jack. I remembered that he was wearing a faded orange shirt that day and he recently broke his arm. It was his left one and he just so happened to be a lefty. He couldn’t draw for weeks!
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Horror
The Crossing Bridge
There I stood in somber notion. The fog fell between the trees. And as I looked beyond the pathway, My tired eyes sunk with ease.
Anna LaFountainePublished 9 months ago in Poets
