Lark Hanshan
Bio
A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
Stories (38/0)
- Runner-Up in Sky's the Limit Challenge
Back to BeagRunner-Up in Sky's the Limit Challenge
In a matter of five minutes the ground pulls sharply away from us and falls far, far below. Far enough that wide dirt roads become lines slicing through hillsides and the sheep in the fields stand out against the green as white pinpricks, like stars in the night.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Caterpillar Chow
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. An unfamiliar profile in comparison to the one standing in photos taped to the frame. Bending to examine the hollows of her eyes, I stood at odds against her. The stoppered faucet between us began to drip itself dry.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Horror
- Runner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
Amethyst ExperienceRunner-Up in Under Purple Clouds Challenge
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The spring marvel was one constant amidst the bedlam of life, scudding streaks across the crimson flush and lingering into early hours until dusk upped and melted them gone.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Gone to Ground
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. So, when she left our quarters every few days claiming to volunteer in the greenbays, I knew she was lying. I had behaved in much the same way once.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
Water's WeightRunner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. In silence, for the most part. Me, with both hands on the wheel. Her, in the passenger seat with her nose buried in a book, tightly bundled up in scarf and toque and feather-filled jacket.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction