Leslie Lee
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Stories (11/0)
- Runner-Up in Tales Retold Challenge
The Misunderstood StepsisterRunner-Up in Tales Retold Challenge
It begins with “Once upon a time.” No, that’s not right. In fact, this isn’t even a fairy tale. There are no glass slippers, pumpkins, or fairy godmothers. There are no beautiful girls with their gossamer blue gowns and perfectly coifed hair. Well, there are. But none of those things pertain to me.
By Leslie Lee8 months ago in Fiction
The Gang is All Here
"The Gang is All Here" is a fast-paced, witty, and innovative comedy about close friends who navigate life, love, and the continued expansion of their group as time goes on. The series begins initially with four close friends, but as they grow up, they will meet their significant others and deal with how this not only affects themselves as individuals but how it changes the group dynamics. This series will be innovative in that the stories are based on the real-life experiences of the writers. Episodes will have a post show segment where the people the characters are based on give their input and insight into each of the episodes.
By Leslie Lee9 months ago in Humor
13 Days
That was a week, well 13 days, I will never forget. Not just for the agony, but for the friendship. The way souls were laid bare on the bottle-riddled coffee table and poured out across the couch, the floor and into the very corners of that apartment. The way every brick we built up around ourselves over the last several years cracked, crumbled, and crashed so we could pour a new foundation. I remember every second as though it is on an endless loop in my mind, playing over and over to remind me, both out of callousness and out of care, that yes, that did happen.
By Leslie Lee12 months ago in Fiction
Mornings in the Park
If anyone ever inquired about Logan Drake – facts, anecdotes, personal likes, and dislikes – one thing was always certain. Logan Drake was never on time. It wasn’t intentional, of course. Indeed, Logan would often leave Point A early to make it to Point B on time. But something always got in his way. Traffic, construction, an angry grocery owner arguing with a disgruntled customer. Try as he might, Logan and the rest of the universe were never simpatico.
By Leslie Lee12 months ago in Fiction
The Girl
There was a girl. She was fire and sparkled with joy; light flowing within and without. Her cornflower eyes gazed upon the world with simple fawn-like wonder, taking everything in, absorbing the good, walking with her head ever bowed in a holy countenance.
By Leslie Lee12 months ago in Fiction
Red Dawns the Day
I often dream representations of my own life, but often it is personified. I believe this dream was a representation of my time working with youth during the height of what be reflected in the #ChurchToo movement. At the time, I was not aware of the silent evils the kids in my charge were facing. As a female in a field dominated by males, I often was expected to be quiet because I was not as gifted as they were. This has haunted me for years, and this dream/poem is a result of that haunting.
By Leslie Leeabout a year ago in Poets
Woven of Blood and Sun
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But in the Vale, the scream that night became etched in the stone of memory and carved in the souls of all who heard it. And while they tried to silence the screams by sweeping them back into time and void, there were those who would remember. And while the unlikeliest of heroes, they would lay the foundations for a tale woven of blood and sun.
By Leslie Lee2 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Queens
As a young girl, she had simply been known as “the child.” She was a quiet, winsome thing; easy to forget and easy to overlook. She was treated by everyone but her grandmother as an inconvenience. No one wanted to deal with something that would never amount to anything. But her grandmother clung to her granddaughter, believing that where she had seemingly failed with her son, she could succeed with his daughter. The town had stolen him from her, but they would not take the child.
By Leslie Lee3 years ago in Fiction