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Standing Still
Edward saw the ship approaching the lighthouse in the fog. He stood in the lantern room, the light of the beacon rotating, spreading its beam across the horizon. The Fresnel lens that encased and transmitted the light looked as if a large bird had laid an elaborate glass egg. Edward loved watching the light move, refracted through the rotating glass oval. Many ships owed a debt of gratitude to this marvelous invention. It was one of the latest in design.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Trick or Treat
Natalie had always heard the stories about people slipping something dangerous into Halloween candy—razor blades in apples, poison in chocolate bars. She’d also always heard that these were urban legends. There weren’t actually strangers out there tampering with Halloween candy or handing out dangerous treats. It just wasn’t true.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Thank You for Calling
“Thank you for calling customer service. If you have a question about an order, please press one or say ‘order.’ If you have a question about your membership account, please press two or say ‘account.’ If you have a question about a technical issue with our website, please press three or say ‘tech.’ If you have a question about returns or damaged items, please press four or say ‘returns.’ If at any time you want to get back to the main menu, just say ‘main menu.’”
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Why I Prefer Vocal to Medium
I started writing on both Vocal and Medium earlier this year. I’d been meaning to get a Medium account for a while, but I’d only recently heard of Vocal thanks to an advertisement about one of its fiction writing contests. Since I prefer writing fiction to non-fiction, Vocal seemed like a good place for me (although, you can post fiction on Medium as well). I posted my first story to Vocal, and a few months later posted my first story on Medium.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Journal
Interrupted
Selene sat on the floor of her bedroom, door shut, curtains closed. It was dark save for the candle burning in front of her. She lit the sacred herbs on fire, waving the smoke before her in the shape of a pentacle. The crystal ball, resting on a wooden stand, glinted in the candlelight.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
In Between
Here in the in between, many souls pass through, but none of them stay. This is merely a weigh station, a place for them to be herded from one world to the next. Limbo, purgatory, whatever you wish to call it, this is a place where no one stays for long. This is not a place where people live.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Stories
My mother’s bedtime stories were my favorite growing up. She had created this vast, detailed world of the future where her characters had adventures. There was always a little girl with my name—Lena—who would save the day. It was a world of spaceships, aliens, and technologies that seemed so much like magic. I wanted to live in that world.
By Lauren Triola3 years ago in Fiction