Diana McLaren
Bio
Diana McLaren is a comedian, actress, and author based in Australia.
Stories (21/0)
Valley of Light
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley of Light. My grandmother says that when she was a girl, it was a peaceful place, a farmer’s village, where neighbors helped neighbors and everyone lived in peace. James hates her stories. He says that they’re just daydreams for those who haven’t accepted the reality. But I like them, it makes me think that peace could come again.
By Diana McLaren10 months ago in Fiction
Discussions With Arthur
I remember my discussions with Arthur started on a Thursday. I remember that he would always smile as I approached, the sun setting behind him, his fingers blackened with wet soil. I remember the soft smell of turned earth mixed with warm heat. It can’t always have been warm but that is what I remember. I remember the lilt of his voice, the timbre of his chuckle, and the staccato of his dismissals.
By Diana McLarenabout a year ago in Fiction
Bongo Da Dog
Our eyes locked across the crowded room. The party was in full swing, music blaring, mixing with raised voices as all around us people were getting to know each other and flirting. But I only had eyes for him. And he only had eyes for me. I knelt to the ground as he hurled himself into my arms. He was the sweetest dog I’d ever met.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Petlife
Supporting The Stage
I love my job because I created it. And from it I get to support other artists, entertain crowds, and have a laugh. Three years ago in conjunction with my friend Malika, we created Cocoa And Butter Productions, a profit-sharing production company that promotes diversity of talent and helps to support performers as they develop their skills.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Motivation
The Colour of The Night Sky
Eloise could see the small hairs radiating off the frayed string. They were being tossed about by the light breeze in the air. The string was tied around the brown paper box so neatly it seemed as if it was intended as a present. There was a white card tied amongst the bow on the top but it faced down so that you could only see the name and not the message.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Fiction
My First
I’ll never forget the day I first saw him. He had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds against his porcelain skin. His windswept hair was a light brown with streaks of caramel that made my mouth water. The tilt of his mouth as he spoke, showed the confidence of a man who had overcome everything life had thrown at him without batting an eyelash. My heart thrilled, as my palms grew sweaty. It was him. The first man I would ever kill.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Fiction
Going Home
Melissa hadn’t been home in almost a decade. The day she’d graduated she’d hightailed it out of town direct from the ceremony. There was nothing sinister here she had to get away from. The town was made up of perfectly polite people living perfectly quaint lives. And that’s what scared her.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Fiction
Proud To Be Pride
I’ve been proud and very loud for many years now, spending my days telling jokes on stage about what it means to me to be a part of the Pride community. But I didn’t always lead with it out on my sleeve. Once upon a time I was nervous and cautious about who I told, effectively spending years in the closet, even though everyone knew.
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Pride
10 Things Will Help
As the daughter of an environmental scientist, I grew up a little differently. When the world first began to care about Climate Change and the damage that was being done to our planet, when everyone got excited about Al Gore’s ‘An Inconvenient Truth’, and when conscious consumerism first entered popular usage, I was confused. Was this not common knowledge?
By Diana McLaren2 years ago in Earth
