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 (39/0)
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 VanGalenabout 10 hours 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 VanGalen5 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 VanGalen8 months ago in Fiction
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 VanGalen11 months 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 VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
Beware the Silent Wood
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The solitary flame flickered as a damp breeze drifted in through the broken glass. Out beyond the edge of the woods, an owl called in the dark. Dry grass rattled as its prey scampered along the ground, intent on escape. Luck was with the mouse, its grey fur blending in with the dying foliage. Not everything that moved in the woods that night was so lucky.
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
In search of Annalyse
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, until three weeks ago, they had been monsters elaborately depicted in bedtime stories written and told to scare little children. As the shadow of the air-borne menace passed overhead, Kassador peered out from behind his bedroom curtain. If the villagers ever found out he had wished the dragon into existence...
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
Of Mushrooms and Memories
I do not know why I have such a fancy for this little café. Tucked into the dingiest alley, hidden behind a dumpster overflowing with month-old trash, it was not well known beyond the locals. The rusted iron door was the least welcoming portal I had found in this foreign city and it intrigued me.
By Lisa VanGalenabout a year ago in Fiction
