Joanna Lynne
Bio
Growing up on the west coast of Canada, I have developed a taste for adventure. The fiction I write is inspired by my own experiences and places that have encouraged my growth creatively.
Stories (18/0)
A Girl and Her Mother
A tree doesn’t have eyes. It doesn’t have ears or a mouth, and yet they see everything. Every step, or broken branch, and hidden nest they know about. And they whistle this news through the forest. Through their branches, their leaves; humming in the wind. Their trunks sway with the weight of words passed from branch to branch. They know everything. And they know what happened to Aria Miletos.
By Joanna Lynneabout a year ago in Fiction
An Unremarkable Dog
My dog is almost entirely average, in everything except maybe his ability to drool everywhere he goes. He's never saved a drowning kid or sniffed out drugs and sent criminals to jail. It took him a long time to be house-trained, and even longer to learn how to walk with a leash. I could never take him to school, he'd get too excited and scare the kids. He chases butterfly shadows and has never caught one. He always hides our shoes.
By Joanna Lynne2 years ago in Petlife
About a Boy
It was almost like I had never been a part of his life. We met through other people, I can't even remember how really. It was in someone's apartment, one of those ones from university, the same uncomfortable old furniture, blank walls, and the temporary feeling most places have when you move from place to place every eight months.
By Joanna Lynne2 years ago in Fiction
How Writing Essay's Make Me Not Want to Learn
I keep looking at the clock, the hours are ticking down until I hand in yet another late assignment. I can feel my heart start to race, my palms become slick, and heat rushes to my face. It's going to be late again, and it won't even be a good essay, I've wrecked it again, and I can't even think.
By Joanna Lynne2 years ago in Education
- Top Story - February 2022
- Top Story - January 2022
The Last Time I Wore PinkTop Story - January 2022
It all started with that awful pink shirt. Phoebe was my roommate, she was always so full of light, and life. No matter what kind of day it was she could always summon a smile that could burn a whole through sunshine.
By Joanna Lynne2 years ago in Fiction
The Monster of Cameron Lake
The sky had finally gone dark, the sun having passed the steep mountains surrounding the lake long ago. We had the fire going since four in the afternoon, the autumn air already creeping through our coats, no match for the coming Canadian winter; even if we were on the coast.
By Joanna Lynne2 years ago in Fiction