Joanna Langemak
Bio
An avid reader and ameuture writer who loves to laugh.
Stories (4/0)
Roller Coaster Roads
”Hold on!” Their mom yelled as she whipped a u-turn at the top of the hill on the empty country road. This made Evee pause her story to her little sister and look. Arianna had no problem waiting for the rest of the story. She’d heard it told to her what she believed to be ‘a thousand-hundred-million-thirty times.’ The story of the first time Evee rode a rollercoaster earlier that summer. Both excited and anxious about it, over and over again she would discuss every detail with anyone who provided listening ears and even to some who didn’t. Her mother enjoyed hearing the story, not for the plot line, but for the emotion and excitement that came through in every retelling.
By Joanna Langemak3 years ago in Families
Minnie and the Bull
A field of tall grass and marigolds stood between the picnic table and the line of woods at the edge of the property. ‘It’s a fairytale meadow!’ Emmaline would say as she danced with her seven sisters every sunny Sunday afternoon. This was their favorite place to enjoy their one day each week without chores on their family’s farm. Dressed in their Sunday best, little prairie dresses with small flower print and full calf-length skirts, they would spin and spin, letting the air fill their skirts up into little puffy ballet tutus. They’d spin for so long that they’d become dizzy, falling over into the marigolds together, laughing. Emmaline, the youngest at age five, would watch her skirt with intense concentration, waiting for it to turn into a little hot air balloon and carry her off into the skies of her imagination. Sometimes, when she thought hard enough, she would feel it start to happen, lift off, a sense of weightlessness, excited for this adventure away from reality; she’d close her eyes tightly, preparing to open them and be in the air, floating above a meadow of unicorns, a forest of fairies, and a valley of magical unknowns ready to be explored. Then she’d hit the ground next to her sisters, yellow and orange petals surrounding her, thrown into the air from the force of their bodies falling back to earth, grounding their sundress-clad physical forms moments before their minds would rejoin them. She’d feel mild disappointment before laughing when the butterflies returned to her tummy and the happiness and giggles of her sisters brought her back to her favorite place in the world. Why would she want to float away from it all anyway, she’d think. Weaving marigolds and dandelions into little crowns and dancing the day away was the best use of a sunny afternoon that Emmaline, or any of her sisters, could imagine after all.
By Joanna Langemak3 years ago in Families
Minnie and the Bull
A field of tall grass and marigolds stood between the picnic table and the line of woods at the edge of the property. ‘It’s a fairytale meadow!’ Minnie would say as she danced with her seven sisters every sunny Sunday afternoon. This was their favorite place to enjoy their one day each week without chores on their family’s farm. Dressed in their Sunday best, little prairie dresses with small flower print and full calf-length skirts, they would spin and spin, letting the air fill their skirts up into little puffy ballet tutus. They’d spin for so long that they’d become dizzy, falling over into the marigolds together, laughing. Minnie, the youngest at age five, would watch her skirt with intense concentration, waiting for it to turn into a little hot air balloon and carry her off into the skies of her imagination. Sometimes, when she thought hard enough, she would feel it start to happen, lift off, a sense of weightlessness, excited for this adventure away from reality; she’d close her eyes tightly, preparing to open them and be in the air, floating above a meadow of unicorns, a forest of fairies, and a valley of magical unknowns ready to be explored. Then she’d hit the ground next to her sisters, yellow and orange petals surrounding her, thrown into the air from the force of their bodies falling back to earth, grounding their sundress-clad physical forms moments before their minds would rejoin them. She’d feel mild disappointment before laughing when the butterflies returned to her tummy and the happiness and giggles of her sisters brought her back to her favorite place in the world. Why would she want to float away from it all anyway, she’d think. Weaving marigolds and dandelions into little crowns and dancing the day away was the best use of a sunny afternoon that Minnie, or any of her sisters, could imagine after all.
By Joanna Langemak3 years ago in Fiction
Surprise, surprise.
My heart jumped as my dogs, who, moments ago, were lying peacefully on my feet, started yelling, “INTRUDER! INTRUDER!” Well, that’s what I imagine them trying to yell anyway. It actually sounded like ‘Bark, bark! BA-OOOORK!” (The final bork came from the larger of the two pups with the galumphing stride who often chokes on her own tongue).
By Joanna Langemak3 years ago in Fiction
