Lana Broussard
Bio
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.
Stories (69/0)
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.
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Wander
Vampires
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.
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Horror
The Dairy Treat Princess
At fifteen, I found myself intricately studying the architecture of hamburgers and following the instructions of my uncle regarding the assembly and appearance of such culinary delicacies. Uncle Ron was my mother’s older brother and they were just like peas and carrots, as Forest would say. He knew the food business as he had established two of the best burger joints in town. As a business proprietor, he was hoping to make his mark in food and maybe one day buy a Cadillac. His dream car. He sure liked the new Seville model.
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Fiction
An Easter Story
Easter weekend dawned crisp and bright. The crisp part was completely welcome in an area of the country where the temperatures can easily be in the nineties in April. As the most holy of the holidays prepared to settle into the year, we were invited to a special celebration luncheon at Miss Charlotte Anne's home located in the sleepy historical district in a town of 100,000 citizens.
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Families
Glamma Gigi's Reptilian Predicament
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?
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Fiction
Searching Homeward
I was driving the other day and noticed a young man sitting on a busy corner of a business amid the activity hub of people going home for the workday. The man looked to be about the age of my son who just graduated from college. He sat with a backpack and little else, his eyes were shaded with sunglasses. Upon closer examination, I could tell he was adrift, cast out into the life of the streets.
By Lana Broussard2 years ago in Poets