Maria Lane
Bio
I am looking for a platform to share my creativity and develop my story writing abilities. I love to write and would love to have people read my stories.
Stories (5/0)
Why is this here?
It was a cold crisp winter morning, the icy breeze turning my nose red when I opened my front door. I had just received a notification that UPS Remote had delivered a package via drone. The only thing is, I don’t remember ordering anything. But sure enough, right there on my doorstep is a small brown box, about the size of a shoebox. Cautiously I pick up the box and bring it inside. In hindsight picking up a mysterious package that I don’t remember ordering is probably not the best idea, but hey what’s the worst that could happen?
By Maria Laneabout a year ago in Fiction
Comparing paper types investigation
In this paper, I will be comparing three different types of paper. The types of paper are 80gsm recycled copier paper, 160gsm matte premium white paper and 275gsm photo paper plus glossy II. I will be investigating these types of paper to learn the suitability for certain uses and analyzing the cost-efficiency. I also will be looking at durability and printability in relation to printing text or photos. From my investigation and testing, I will be making a decision on which paper is the best for what use and also conclude with which paper type I will be using for my major assignment. In order to get valid conclusions, I will perform multiply tests including a rip test, a fold test, a water drop test and a print test.
By Maria Lane3 years ago in Photography
When you need it.
My grandmother was an eccentric woman. She had a small quirky shop full of dream catchers and other crystal magic and spellbook memorabilia. She often shared stories of supernatural encounters which were entertaining but very clearly exaggerated. I loved my Grandmother very much and spent most of my time in her small shop, listening to her stories and observing the interesting people coming and going.
By Maria Lane3 years ago in Families
Kidnapped
Black, pitch black, I know my eyes are open, yet I can’t see. But I can hear shuffling feet and gruff voices conversing in low tones. I can feel the ropes holding my hands and feet to a chair. I can also feel the blindfold covering my eyes, explaining why I can’t see. While exploring what my senses can tell me I remain calm. Suddenly, a hand is on my head and the blindfold is removed. I can see, it’s not much, just a dark, cold basement with no windows. A musty lamp is the only source of light in the room and out of the corner of my eye I see a door, covered in more locks than at a paranoid survivalist’s bunker.
By Maria Lane3 years ago in Criminal
