Laura

Joined December 2021

0 stories

Bio

Authentic daydreamer, moon seeker, wind walker, leaf chaser, mud pie maker, native child, fitness junkie, lover of all things good and pure, teacher, author, mother, mentor, artist, and student.

I live with my boys and dogs in the Sunshine.

Stories (8/0)

Behind the Last Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. There was a darkness surrounding them, the kind that burrowed deep inside your soul, and snuffed out the light. She felt like a used-up candle, all singed wick and soot.
By Laura about a year ago in Fiction
Blue
Like the torn sneaker I wore to your house the night You unlaced my heart
By Laura about a year ago in Poets
Sister
The blue of your lips against a palette of white the final brushstroke
By Laura about a year ago in Poets
The Greener Side
An angel sat upon her cloud gazing at the earth with longing, her wings bent like a shroud, her sweet smile no longer proud,
By Laura 2 years ago in Poets
Return to Owl Creek
The Return to Owl Creek Fall “Delaney, this one is for you!” Min said handing her daughter a letter from a pile of unread mail comprised mostly of bills and collection notices.
By Laura 2 years ago in Fiction
Intelligent Conversation
The girl who wore Mary Janes and the guy who hated girls who wore Mary Janes sat at tables across from each other at the Blue Note Cafe. Molly, the girl played with her coffee stirrer, drowning pieces of melting sugar into the lightly colored mixture of vanilla and cream. The guy, who shortened his name to Will because his parents were obsessed with Charlotte's Web and named him after Wilbur, the pig, scribbled in a drawing pad. The ink from his pen dripping onto the clean edged paper. He lifted his hand, ink smearing, feeding into his lifeline. Slow and steady, like his pulse dulled by the mediocrity of life.
By Laura 2 years ago in Fiction
Spots
Spots Mary Jo Putney loved her new house. It wasn’t just the large kitchen window overlooking Lake Timpoochee, although she loved the view. It wasn’t the well-manicured yards, although her neighbors were always outside toiling away in perfect gardens, smiling, and waving. It wasn’t even the wrap around porch with tiny yellow flowers growing on vines, although their fragrant sweetness drew her outside like a bee to honey. It was the simple fact that 222 Grayson Point was all hers.
By Laura 2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Devotion
Darkest Devotion The night was much too hot for the white cloak she wore, so she unlaced it. A cascade of silk fell at her bare feet. She kicked it aside and continued down the spiral staircase. With every step she took, the ground grew hotter. In the shadows, flames licked at the walls, lighting up the cryptic cavern.
By Laura 2 years ago in Fiction

Laura

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Behind the Last Window

Blue

Sister

The Greener Side

Return to Owl Creek

Intelligent Conversation

Spots

The Dark Devotion

Stories (8/0)