Laurel Mayfield
Bio
Just an aspiring writer trying to get a start in life.
Stories (11/0)
Life Resolution
Go, go, go! It seems like I’m always going. There’s always something for me to do, whether it be cleaning the kitchen, catching up on schoolwork, or working that full time job. Don’t even get me started on spending quality time with the family! When is there ever going to be time for me? When will I get to rest?
By Laurel Mayfield2 years ago in Longevity
A Letter to You
Dear You, You are unaware of the impact you have had on me. You probably don’t even remember me. But I remember You. In those days I was just a kid, concerned with popularity, trying to fit in, not really giving a thought as to what my aspirations were. And yet, You saw right through me. You saw my potential and led me to believe that there was hope for achieving my dreams.
By Laurel Mayfield2 years ago in Education
Faded
The forest is asleep, and so am I. I tread through the blanket of snow that coats my dreams, walking, searching for something. What I am searching for, I do not yet know. I step carefully, though there is no point. Regardless of what I do, my footsteps do not disturb the powder beneath my feet.
By Laurel Mayfield2 years ago in Fiction
No Escape
Dark red rivulets of blood poured from the gaping wound on her arm. She clutched at it, trying to quelch the flow. It soon became apparent, however, that there would be no time to nurse the gash.They were coming upon her fast, and she had to get away before she would get injured even more, or worse, killed. The sound of thousands of ear splitting screeches in the distance was more than enough to signal her grand escape from the bloodthirsty monstrosities. She groped for the gun attached to her belt. When it was finally in her hand, safety off, she turned tail and ran for the cover of the forest. There it would be harder for the demons to find her. Her wound proved to be too great for her to retain her stamina, and as she limped forward she could hear the creatures gaining on her at an accelerating rate. She found a bush to crouch behind in an attempt to elude the ghastly creatures.
By Laurel Mayfield3 years ago in Horror
The Unexpected Life of Lilian DuPaul
Nursing was never my first choice for what I wanted to do with my life. But sometimes things just happen, and so here I am. Doing a job that consists mostly of changing bedpans and bandages and dealing with unhappy patients. It’s not all bad, though, there are certainly some good things that come from the job.
By Laurel Mayfield3 years ago in Humans