Lanie Campbell
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Stories (9/0)
The Waiting Sticks
Brittle grass crunched beneath the man’s tired boots, which were greying with age and folding away at the corners. Still they carried him dutifully up the crest of the pasture, away from the sodden bales of hay and the crooked, lichen-drenched fences.
By Lanie Campbell3 years ago in Families
The Murmurings of Angeli
It’s evening here now, and as the sun nestles beneath the rumpled, blanket hills I write to you; lest I forget a detail of your coming. If I utter your story aloud, we are all endangered by it, and I can only imagine the guard would come to strip you from me.
By Lanie Campbell3 years ago in Fiction
A Leo’s Tail
I was born in a ball of fire; hurtling down from the cosmos on a ripe summer day, whose sluggish body drug slowly to noon. I was the first of three children; which, naturally, perplexed my childlike sense of importance from its origins - there is, after all, only one spotlight.
By Lanie Campbell3 years ago in Futurism
10 Reasons Not to Vy for a Valentine
Your summer fling(s) fizzled out – just in time for you miss the draft for cuddling season. You took some months for ‘self-care’ – inevitably, time to binge shows you actually like, hoard processed snacks (that’s what all this extra bed room is for, right?), and then counteract it all with gym sessions when you realize you’ve gone too far. Okay, so maybe you went mainly to post yourself in your compressive activewear. I see you, girl! That one squat counts for something!
By Lanie Campbell3 years ago in Beat
Star Girl
For many of us, our hometowns are dots on rugged maps, our life trajectories as linear as airport runways. We know our best friends from elementary school, and we see our family and neighbors at the grocery store. Many of us have a regular order at a local coffee shop or gas station, and the people inside might even know us too.
By Lanie Campbell3 years ago in Humans