Laura Gray
Bio
Coffee gets me started; my toddler keeps me haggard.
I've always had a passion for writing but fear has stopped me from sharing my work with anyone. Vocal is my push to step out of my comfort zone.
Stories (38/0)
Great Smoky Mountain Train Ride
Gray clouds loomed thick and low over the valley. An autumnal rain beat down without remorse, turning the picturesque Smoky Mountains in North Carolina into a beautiful scene worthy of the most epic tragedy. The darkened afternoon added a certain foreboding to the setting.
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Frozen in Time
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As the light suddenly appeared, a flurry of snow rose from the ground, swirling angrily. Eerie music filled the air in the same second. Trees, bare with the winter scene, began to sway and move.
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Chocolat
I'd initially written this story as part of the Chocolate Cake Challenge last summer, but couldn't shorten it cohesively to fit within the allotted word limit before the challenge ended. However, I credit that challenge, and thus this story, to breaking the writer's block that remained stubbornly in place for over 20 years. Though I don't write as well as I used to back then, I am writing again and it feels fantastic.
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
Ashley's Repairman
Like Chocolat, this story was started as a result of the Chocolate Cake Challenge last summer. Though I never completed and submitted it due to the same challenges, I've got a good handle on how I want to continue. Without further ado, Chapter 1...
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
Some More, Please!Top Story - June 2022
Summer means a lot to me: swarms of bug attacks if I'm outside for longer than three seconds; sweaty as soon as I step foot outside; longer days; more reading light; open windows (until it's time for the aircon to come on); froggy pool/sprinkler time with my son; burning like a lobster if I forget the sunscreen; brushing my dog every other day and filling grocery bags with hair; and, s'mores.
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Feast
Breaking the Curse
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley," Sam said. A great wind picked up at that moment, sending fallen limbs and leaves swirling in the air, dancing and dipping until finally disappearing over the edge of the cliff. The trees of the surrounding forest bent and swayed wildly, but fortunately did not uproot or break.
By Laura Grayabout a year ago in Fiction
