Lisa VanGalen
Bio
I am a panster by nature, discovering my characters as they reveal themselves. To date, my novel writing has involved the paranormal or magick within a more familiar setting, blending it with mysteries, police procedurals, or thrillers.
Stories (42/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
Truth in the LiesTop Story - March 2024
Kathleen Brannagh stared at the bundle of documents as if they might catch fire where they sat. She chewed the edge of her nail, nose wrinkling at the musty scent found in old houses and the pungent odor of fear combined with grief and disbelief. Overwhelmed, she stomped down the stairs. The past should have stayed where she found it -- in the back of a cluttered closet with moth-eaten baby clothes and stained photographs.
By Lisa VanGalen21 days ago in Criminal
Holidays Are For Suckers
Brushing the thick damask curtains aside, Rosalie slid into the elegantly decorated bar. She paused in the entrance, her ruby-red dress catching candlelight like tiny fireflies. A lock of ebony hair tickled her nose and she nervously tucked it behind one ear. She still wasn't sure she should be here tonight.
By Lisa VanGalen3 months ago in Fiction
Reunions are bittersweet
“Often, the very first thing you learn about a person is their name. Maybe you get a sense of their personality from their choice of clothing, or how they style their hair. But the initial telling tidbit of an intimate nature is their title, that identifying word pronounced at the time of their birth. In fact, conversations revolve around asking and telling that very thing to as many people as possible.”
By Lisa VanGalen6 months ago in Fiction
Lost Time
So much had been left unsaid. Precious time stolen, frittered away on trivial pursuits and meaningless pastimes. The belief in another tomorrow shattered in the final yesterday. As a single white rose fell upon the tiny maple casket, their quiet sobbing lifted on angel wings to the clear blue sky.
By Lisa VanGalen11 months ago in Fiction
They Just Never Listen
I could just scream. The police are back again, poking around, spraying their noxious fumes, not expressing interest in finding the truth. I can see it on their faces. Their words betray their non-involvement. To them, this was just another disappearance. From my vantage point, I had no prior knowledge of the others. But the officers have filled in so much.
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
Rock Solid
overshadowing majestic strength and power lost within the clouds
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Poets
How to Mend the Broken Heart of a Dragon
“Dammit! Not another one.” Gravanmore sighed deeply, smoke issuing from his nostrils as he exhaled. “Why do they keep giving me their children?” The earth shook as he paced. “I wasn't even a good father to my own kit, what makes them think I'm capable of raising another two-leg.” The dragon ran his scaled hand down his face as though he could erase the image of the small human seated before him.
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
Cheeks of Red, Soon They're Dead
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Funny how we equate “hearing” with our ears. This particular scream crawled from the soles of my feet through every piece of skin I had to reach the tympanic membrane without crossing a solitary molecule of air.
By Lisa VanGalen2 years ago in Fiction