L.A. Hancock
Bio
I'm a wife and mom, and this is my creative outlet. I am experimenting with lots of different writing styles and topics, so some of it is garbage, and I'm totally fine with that - writing is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for stopping by!
Stories (45/0)
Still-Gate: How a Five Letter Error Made Me Question Everything
Last Friday, August 11, I logged into my email to make sure I wasn't missing anything glaring at work while enjoying a Florida beach vacation with my family. I was surprised to find two comments of congratulations from my fellow writers on a poem I had submitted to the Short and Sweet Challenge. It was a surprise because the challenge winners were supposed to be announced on Thursday, August 10. Even though I never expected my poem, "On Marriage and Summer Squash," to place, I had scanned the winner announcements on Vocal dutifully that Thursday and experienced a brief second of disappointment that I wasn't listed there before reminding myself I have yet to crack poetry and that I could try again another time. Then it was back to the beach with my family for some much-needed sun, salt, and sand.
By L.A. Hancock8 months ago in Writers
Infinite Echoes
On what could very well be one of Earth’s last Saturdays, Etta Elizabeth McCranie packed a picnic basket for two. It wasn’t much to be sure, just what she’d been savin’ up by way of canned goods. Whole tomatoes and stale saltine crackers. A block of Velveeta cheese, its ubiquitous orange color never seeming to go off no matter how many years passed them by. Her second-to-last pouch of shelf-stable milk. And her personal pride, a sleeve of lemon Biscotti cookies she’d sealed up in her mother’s vintage FoodSaver before it all went to shit back in ‘55.
By L.A. Hancock9 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2023
The Devil's WomanTop Story - August 2023
Imogene Keene turned the witch’s bell over in her hands, running a chewed fingernail along the rim. Her other hand gripped the riverboat railing as lightning flashed in the distance. It was just a small thing, that bell, but Imogene thought it could change her life.
By L.A. Hancock9 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge
- First Place in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge
Crossing PathsFirst Place in Unexpected Uncovering Challenge
Christian Brown is not an erratic man. He always considers his decisions. He makes lists. Pro. Con. Sometimes he makes Venn diagrams when he thinks his ideas belong somewhere in between. As he speeds north on the highway in his dead father’s pick-up truck, all he can think about is the fact that his decision to be on this highway, heading north, has nothing to do with lists and diagrams. It’s love, pure and unconditional, perfect and aching. Christian Brown is not an emotional man, but his wet eyes blur the exit numbers and motel signs now.
By L.A. Hancock11 months ago in Fiction