Laura Lann
Bio
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
Stories (120/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
Two ParentsTop Story - March 2024
My father was two people stitched tightly together into the same body. Allen was every hallmark of a great father. A parent that took time to notice the small things his children adored. He invested energy into every hobby I picked up. Promptly, he bought me the books and tools to make it flourish. We would problem solve together how to construct my next idea. I would bring him elaborate plans that I had drawn out and done the math on. He would double check it then off to the porch we would go to build it. I was an artist, a crafter, a writer, sculpture, builder, and reader. I was anything and everything my creative mind yearned to be.
By Laura Lann17 days ago in Confessions
Strong Women
Growing up, one of the things that resonated the most with me in the Avatar the Last Air Bender series was the amount of intelligent, brave, and strong female characters in the show. In most shows, female characters are lackluster or fit into a box, leaving me to favor a male character instead. Avatar broke down gender roles and easily gave me my favorite female characters in a way that was organic and reflective of my own struggles as a girl carving my place in society. They were not afraid to make their female characters more than we are often told we can be. And, they did it simply because women (girls) are more than the flat archetypes they have been ascribed too over and over.
By Laura Lann23 days ago in Critique
Wondering
She shuffles the streets, rubbing her gloved hands together. Downtown is quiet today with only the occasional slide of tires on the fresh snow. The temperature has plummeted to the negatives and the shelters are full. She must keep moving. Her last cigarette sits in her pocket but she is waiting to smoke it when the sun creeps out of sight. The nights are long and the warmth of the smoke in her lungs is to be spared.
By Laura Lannabout a month ago in Fiction
Winter Walk
Atop the mountain the parking lot is empty. Fine powder blows across. Snow dunes press against the map at the pay station. The truck hums to silence. My dog cocks her ears. Howling wind tugs us to the trail. We could leave, but it was a long drive.
By Laura Lannabout a month ago in Fiction
Water Spirit
Cold up to my thighs hugs me stiffly as I push through the piles of white. Down, down, I traverse. The mountain looms behind me like a watchful guard as I descend towards the ribbon of teal. Rushing, gurgling, churning water over stones drowns out the pants of my breath and the thudding in my head. The river is closer now, just beyond the stretch of my arms. Ice closes the edge of its bank in ragged, broken sheets. A raven calls out from the birch forest. The mountain shudders. The snow is not as deep here, and I tug my feet free at last. My steps stumble. I lean forward, my hands on my knees, and wait to catch my breath. The thin nightdress clings to me like a sheet to a ghost. Chills dance up my arms and down my neck.
By Laura Lannabout a month ago in Fiction
Invisible Disability
The fact is, you feel like it's your fault as you tug your body into proper posture and wash down mild pain relievers with black tea. Surely, surely it is. It must be. I chose to take a long distance drive and hike up steep stone steps for the fall view of mountain valleys. It was my soul that yearned for and craved to see the waves of red and yellow overtaking the land. Eagerly, gladly, I woke up and sprung to action on having an adventure for the day.
By Laura Lann2 months ago in Longevity
- Top Story - December 2023