Leslie Strom
Bio
Hi, I come from a small town of 2,500 in Northern Ontario Canada. I love camping and fishing, which we have access to many beautiful lakes. I also knit, crotchet, sew, read and write. Our winters are very long and cold so crafting is a must
Stories (38/0)
The tin chair
There weren’t always dragons in the valley he said looking at me with wide eyes. I ducked and a bullet wizzed just over my head. I could feel the hair follicles move as I rolled on the floor closer to him. We trained in Quantico together and became sparing partners, study partners and somehow along the way became lovers.
By Leslie Strom2 years ago in Fiction
The fluttering book
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley,” my mom said looking at me with sad eyes as she closed the book, kissed me on the cheek and said “good night.” I want her to continue on but it’s hard for her. When we got to that part of the story she always does the same thing.
By Leslie Strom2 years ago in Fiction
Grandmas Possession
”Grandma, why do you always have that old owl in your hands.” Looking up at her with wide eyes. She reached into her pocket and held it in her hands, she smiled looking at it while rubbing it in her hands. She looked at me and said, “Oh Sally this old thing!” looking at me forcing a smile. Just as she placed it back in her apron pocket I saw a tear.
By Leslie Strom2 years ago in Families
A butterflies kiss
”Loli, it’s time for bed.” I heard my mom calling from the bottom of the stairs. I smiled knowing that it was bedtime, and that meant story time. I could go on wild adventures, see magical creatures, and find my prince. I quickly picked up my barbies, and put them away, got dressed for bed, and brushed my teeth. I made sure all of the lights were out in my bedroom, hallway, and bathroom. The only lights I turned on were my twinkle lights above my bed strung across my headboard and up the wall in a wavy pattern, like waves on my wall. Sometimes the shadows casted animals along the lights and we would talk to each other.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Fiction
Dusting off the skates
The frozen pond, my safe place, my place to search my soul, find answers hidden deep within. When I was a child, my dad would wake up at 6:00 am to bring me to the rink to skate. I could still hear his voice, smell the coffee, see his bright eyes smiling at me. He always smiled with his eyes. I felt special, safe, and loved. He would sip his coffee while I warmed up with two of my friends, stretch, do laps until the shriek of the whistle would blow for each of our skating lessons. My skating teacher was a legend, she won a gold medal in the Olympics many years ago. She was tough, she expected us to give 100% to each lesson and push us to the brink.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Families
The space ship
It was a nice cool late evening, autumn smells in the air, the leaves falling, and the feeling of the light cool breeze on my face while sitting in the hot tub. I close my eyes to soak it all in, I think to myself how grateful I am for so many things.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Fiction
Alone
”I hear it ringing,” I shout downwards towards the bottom of the tree. “Mom, I have no cell sevice, and I just climbed a tree so I could Quickly ……aaaaaaa” I feel myself falling and try to reach for the branch but the cell phone was in my hand. My feet and now hands are trying to find a branch. My head hits a big branch on the way down, and then everything went black.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Fiction
Rock bottom
Rock bottom My hands are so cold, they feel like bricks filled with electrical volts that shoot up my arms down my body and down my legs. My feet are beyond that point now, there is no feeling in them at all. I zip my tent closed and and light my one candle I have left.
By Leslie Strom3 years ago in Families