Laurel Dreyers

Joined July 2022

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Bio

I write Sci-fi, fiction, poetry, and horror. Some of my favorite books are the Lunar Chronicles, Agatha Christie mysteries, and the Sherlock Holmes memoirs.

Stories (13/0)

Sieged and Seized
Sieged None saw when it came Only knew that it was there Now fear chokes them As they wait in their homes For the bells to ring
By Laurel Dreyers10 months ago in Poets
The Red Knight
Marc, son of Atlas, Hailed west from the Chryse. He rode on a wyrm With claws and scales layered thrice. To Arinor he flew,
By Laurel Dreyers10 months ago in Poets
The Stage
Though she has spoken They heed not her word. In a city dying Guarded once by the sword. Justice has fallen,
By Laurel Dreyers10 months ago in Poets
A Jay in a Storm
A jay on a branch, Feathers ruffled by foul wind, Cackles with delight
By Laurel Dreyersabout a year ago in Poets
Twilight Zone
Surface level life Sinks further, and is consumed In dark mystery
By Laurel Dreyersabout a year ago in Poets
La Llorona
Knelt by the river, Murky with innocence spilt She wept, and weeps still
By Laurel Dreyersabout a year ago in Poets
Pompeii
How blessed is our land Fruitful at the mountain foot atop shaking ground
By Laurel Dreyersabout a year ago in Poets
Conversation Starters
Ladies and Gentlemen, Surely you’ve felt, one way or another, When a talk or a lecture seems to go asunder. When no one can speak, or muster a thought,
By Laurel Dreyers2 years ago in Poets
Oasis in The Desert
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The issue with that assertion is that space isn’t a vacuum; at least, not all the way through. It’s got pockets, places that refuse to abide by Einstein and Newton’s laws, oases that shield travelers from time, radiation, and all sorts of unpleasant anomalies. Space is like a desert, really.
By Laurel Dreyers2 years ago in Fiction
Take Sail
Hoist your sails and fasten your masts Chart your course and stick to it. Avast! No matter our course we’ll stay our path
By Laurel Dreyers2 years ago in Poets
Whisper
Where does a voice go, When it fails to speak rightly, Or leaves without responding In a long conversation? Do others hear it
By Laurel Dreyers2 years ago in Poets
The Fortune of Martha Higgins
“We are gathered today to read the will and testament of Martha Higgins, on the third of June, twenty-thirteen.” The familiar solemnity of grief pressed on the room, making it feel even more cramped than it already was.
By Laurel Dreyers2 years ago in Fiction

Laurel Dreyers

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Sieged and Seized

The Red Knight

The Stage

A Jay in a Storm

Twilight Zone

La Llorona

Pompeii

Conversation Starters

Oasis in The Desert

Take Sail

Whisper

The Fortune of Martha Higgins

Stories (13/0)