Hi! I'm Luisa.
I write short stories and poetry.
I'm really keen to hear feedback on my work, so please feel free to share your thoughts!
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The first person to notice it was a woman called Maria. Women didn't tend to enter the woods at night, but Maria had a Great Dane called Jay. She walked him past the old cabin every night, letting him trot on ahead to guide her through the trees.
A Strange and Tiny Thing
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Michael sighed, thinking back to simpler times. Times when his patients had been limited to human beings—human-sized beings, at least, with the occasional elf and warlock popping into the surgery every now and again. He remembered it well—his stock had consisted entirely of normal-sized equipment, his doorways had only needed to be a couple of meters tall, and he hadn’t ever needed to use a ladder to inspect a patient.
The Mayor of the Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. In the early morning, the stillness of their absence would somehow wake the people up. Some – the children, especially – would slip out from under their covers and stand up tall on their beds, cocking their heads to the side and pressing their ears up against the concrete ceiling of the village. Silence.
Dear mum, I’m sitting by your bedside. I was holding your hand, but it’s so wrinkled and cold and papery that—well, it’s so cold that it’s draining the heat out of mine, mum—you’re so cold that I feel like you’re draining the life out of me. That’s horrible, so horrible—what a horrible thing to say.