Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
One Night of Watery Fear
Charles Jackson French was serving his duty as a mess hall attendant in the Guadalcanal located off the Solomon Islands in 1942 during World War II. This was his second enlistment in the U.S. military. He was on board the U.S. destroyer ship, “Gregory” when it came under fire from Japanese guns. Amid the cries of, “Abandon Ship!” French, along with other sailors, some badly wounded, found themselves pitched into the sea, dodging rapid fire in shark-infested waters. A few life rafts were deployed, French spotted one of them ad began piling on his wounded shipmates. He piled the sailors on the raft until it almost sank.
Glamma Gigi's Unfortunate Timing
Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in the air meandering along the trail of brilliant zinnias all the way to the hot tub. Then imagine the evidence, a struggle, indentations in the St. Augustine signaling an awful sordid event that took all the sunshine right out of the sunshine state. Then there was my Pop, what would he do now without her?
Elves Add Magic to Northern Wonders
Imagine a cluster of far northern lands immersed in greenery, volcanoes, fjords, waterfalls, geysers, lava fields, and magical mists. Wandering around during nights filled with ice and stars, there are endless possibilities in store for a curious adventurer. Artistic landscapes crafted in snow-sculpted reliefs. I am speaking of the Nordic countries, of course, which by virtue of their amazing geography, are already more than enchanting. Going a bit further into the history and folklore, we can add to these fabulous landscapes, a belief in the existence of elves. Yes, just picture those small, beautiful fairy creatures with pointed ears, silky hair, and tiny, sculpted features wearing elegant and beautiful clothing. Elves that do not thrive on attention, but prefer to be left alone to enjoy their tiny homes well concealed beyond the realm of untrained eyes.
Dena Kay liked to take me to the movies when she didn’t have anyone else to ask along. I liked going, as of course, I would like to go just about anywhere. After all, it wasn’t a whole lotta fun, and also rather tricky, having to play dodge ball by oneself. Dena Kay just loved scary movies. She liked to watch me squirm and sometimes scream, so she took me to see Count Yorga Vampire at the local movie place. That movie made a mark on my existence, to say the least. Yep, there is always that one movie that reaches out to me now, well beyond the years, and the more horrific the scenes….the better.