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)
Desolate City
There was a time, a time that came before perpetual darkness descended upon us. It has been mentioned before slipping from the tongues of the elders wishing to impart a grain of hope and truth. There was this time, long before we came to huddle in mass. Here we are now, somewhere at the edge of the old earth where the margins of the world have melted. Yes, there was a time, before the sun went to starlit mass gathering its golden rays for penance, no forgiveness in sight. There was a time before the earth shattered from the force of constant oppression when man turned the seas black and the air stagnant. When the greed of many stifled the will of the few. When the riots rose up so loud and mighty that it punctured a hole in the atmosphere. At last, the new age has dawned as a bleak and weary chronicle, a testament to uncharted history.
By Lana Broussard5 years ago in Futurism
Bonfire of the Rebels
Late August 1981, and the hot breath of summer was still beating down the back of my neck as I loaded up the 1964 T-bird and headed off to college. I had grasped the grizzly hand of Destiny and decided to join my friends who were two years ahead of me in the Phi Sig fraternity at WTU. It didn't take long upon arrival to ascertain my predicament. My former classmates, Curtis and Walt, had already flunked out, and that just left Ben D. and me. This would have been okay except, not only was Ben disinterested, but also moderately crazy. He had a girlfriend, a temper, and an alcohol problem. One night, after a particularly insane party, the frat house awoke to loud pandemonium. Ben had taken the sword from atop the fireplace mantle and had wrought some destruction on our living room.
By Lana Broussard5 years ago in Humans