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 (122/0)
The Other Sides of Me
I feel that in part, those that read my writing (the poems especially) know the most secretive parts of me. The dark and sad and vulnerable parts. The history of my childhood that stains almost everything I touch. It's always joked amongst my friends that my writing is not what you would assume I would write, if you spent any length of time with me. I'm quite the sunshine person and usually laughing or humming to myself. You know a small glimpse into the frail parts of my heart, but not the whole of who I am. So, when I saw this challenge, I delighted in the idea of partaking as well as getting to read others. It can be quite shocking to match an author with facts about them and is a good reminder that we are more than the words we leave here.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Confessions
Through Tunnels and Trash
She sat knowing what was coming, aware of what was fixing to arrive. The war between the two clans had at last ensued; the brutish and unlearned barbarians against her own advanced and civilized people. Fear clamped tightly on her heart as she stood to the side of the green expanse of field where the battle would began; the field that led out of her world and into another. After endless miles of travel, the enemy waited just below the bottom of a monstrous hill that warped the entire field. Soon the army would reach the top where the city’s own troops were gathering. Amongst them was every man willing or not. Some were young, only sixteen. And, somewhere out there with the other youth was the boy she loved. She stood there her heart wrenching from her chest but only for an instant, then she darted away to her home to find safety and shelter.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Fiction
Where Do My Roots Grow
"You're grandmother is part Comanche, and your dad has something in him too," my mother explained to me one afternoon as we drove home from family's house. I was in the back seat staring at my tan arm, twirling my dark brown hair around my finger. I had asked her why we looked the way we did after seeing Native Americans in movies and learning about the Pilgrims and first Thanksgiving in school. My mother, with her long braid and copper skin, looked just like the Native Americans I had seen.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Confessions
Gender and Clothing
When I was little, I used to wear a dress made of the softest hues of blue and green. It splashed around me as I twirled in rich puddles of sunshine, and it sang the purest of songs when my voice cried out to the sky in happiness. I played in it almost every day beneath deep pools of shade residing under pecan trees. It was a nice dress of soft and flowing material that complimented my bouncy personality. For me it was the most comfortable of outfits, even though I was usually in a tree or rushing after my younger brother in a wild pursuit.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Viva
Author Dreams
Waking up from bad dreams is difficult. It's a lot like waking up and peeling the mind away. It's like sleeping but never actually allowing the mind to rest. It's getting entangled in another world, another place, yet the mind only knows it as real. In my dreams last night there was thunder outside my bedroom door, lightening flashing purple, blue, and green. Ghosts awaited me an a twisting staircase. There was something more about land and people, but the dream is quickly fading. And, knowing it was an unpleasant dreams, far I can still taste the emotions it triggered, I say let it fade.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Writers
My Fair Lady
My Fair Lady is abuse, misogyny, and an alarming age gape all concealed in delightful musical numbers. Alas, despite these glaring flaws, it delights and warms the heart. Join Eliza, a poor flower girl, as she rises up in social ranking with the help of a berating phonetics professor, Henry.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Critique
HR Chronicles: Snow White
You know being HR has it's interesting days, and recent events would affirm that my job is anything but boring. Huntsmen Mineral Mines is not the worst place to work, especially given the perks -I have a new set of sapphire earrings!-, but I am a bit over the chaos. You would think it would be the incident reports and worker comp claims that did me in or even the excessive overtime to sort through on payroll. Alas, we would both be wrong. Instead, it has been the lack of work and personal life boundaries that our staff brings forth for me to sort through.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2023
The Lord of the Rings and Women
It changed the course of fantasy representation and story telling with beautiful scenes and compelling heroes in a traditional tale of good conquering evil. It was the story of a great quest, best friends, and war. It had everything yet still lacked strong female characters and representation. Another Bechdel failed.
By Laura Lann8 months ago in Critique