Paige Lauscher
Bio
Just a mum with a love for words. Raisin' babies and writing stories. What can I say? I love to create.
Stories (10/0)
A Day to Remember
When I was a kid, I wanted to be many things. Still to this day as an adult, I'm constantly discovering new passions. One thing that has always remained constant, however, was my love for words. For story-telling. I read as often as I could, getting lost in fantasy worlds, feeling feelings that I only discovered for the first time through books. It was my escape. I remember a school project that was given in honor of Remembrance Day. There were guidelines to be followed, specific words to use or avoid. I wrote a poem. When it started, it was just a homework assignment. But by the end it became something I was tremendously proud of. It even made my mother cry. 3 pages long, front and back. The words I had left on the page, the way they flowed and told a heart-breaking but honest story, it made me feel more accomplished than I ever had so far, at 10 years old. I had far passed the requirements of the homework assignment, and far passed the writing level of a 10 year old. I had written poems and short stories before of course, but nothing of depth or real meaning. Nothing that meant more to me than this. I dreaded having to hand it in to my teacher the next day.
By Paige Lauscher8 months ago in Writers
AI: Leave it Alone
There have been tremendous leaps in the advancement of technology recently. Terrifying advancement. As AI and other forms of technology develop, we as humans are becoming more vulnerable. Already so many of us are dependent on it and now our privacy, our lives and jobs are suffering more and more.
By Paige Lauscher8 months ago in Critique
The Spiritual and the Divine
"Amara we need to go now!" I'm being pulled by the hand amidst dozens of people, also running for their lives. I look up to see who's doing the pulling, even though I already know by now, it's the same woman every night. I don't recognize her from my real life, but I've had this dream enough times for her to be familiar. It's all always felt real, as if I were experiencing deja vu or something. Everything from the mountain range, to the smell of the fires burning all around us as everything in the beautiful little village, goes up in flames.
By Paige Lauscher2 years ago in Fiction
Cig For Your Thoughts?
"How are you feeling?" Jade asked me. She had offered to take me as she knew I couldn't ask just anyone, least of all my mother. "Oh, I'm okay. It's the right choice." I reassured her as I turned back to look out the window, lighting my 3rd cigarette since we started the drive to the clinic. I'm lying of course. On the inside I'm devastated and feel so sick to my stomach, it's like someone is punching me in the gut over and over again. But I knew the second I expressed how I was really feeling, that's when I'd completely lose it, and start second-guessing the decision I was positive was the only one I should be making.
By Paige Lauscher2 years ago in Fiction
Never Again
I was diagnosed as a type 1 diabetic in the summer of 2013. It nearly took my life. Doctors said had I been brought in 1-2 hours later, it would have been fatal. In the first few years I struggled to grasp my new way of life, battling a combination of denial and depression. Needless to say I had quite a few pitfalls because of this. I didn't value my life enough to take my disease seriously, and it nearly cost me everything. In the first 4 years I experienced countless seizures, several instances of being incredibly sick, having absolutely no drive to do or accomplish anything. As I said, I just didn't care. It was also very difficult to understand just how badly diabetes could affect me overall. It didn't run in my family, so it was completely new to me. And for the longest time, because though I had heard of the side effects of improperly caring for myself, I had never actually experienced or seen any hard enough evidence to believe anything bad could actually happen. Until the fall of 2017. I had caught a viral infection that had gone through my entire family, me being the last one to catch it. After weeks of all of us being ill, everyone's symptoms were starting to fade. So I thought I would soon be better. A few days after Thanksgiving, still feeling a little under the weather. I went to bed. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, feeling a feeding tube being removed from my throat. I couldn't speak, it hurt to move, breathing was a struggle and my chest had felt like it had been bashed in by a sledge hammer. Those pains were the result of having to be resuscitated.
By Paige Lauscher3 years ago in Motivation
Life...am I Right?
Life is interesting and mysterious. Often times I find myself questioning the reality of it. Is this really how things are happening? Am I really here? Is this nothing but a very vivid dream? Think about what we know about dreams. Not very often do we have control over our dreams. Unsure of what is about to happen. The ending never really known. Life is quite similar in that respect. Sometimes in our everyday lives things happen that seem impossible, miraculous, or unreal. Again, quite similar to dreams. So how are we truly able to know, if the life we are living; our current present. Is something we are actually experiencing?
By Paige Lauscher3 years ago in Psyche
Umm...Did That Really Just Happen?!
It took me a very long time to figure out what to write for this challenge. My memory bank is absolutely full of embarrassing moments, it was way to hard to decide which one to share. Should I write about the time I fully participated in a Mardi Gras celebration, and my modesty free display to earn the beads? The time I was trying to be a wing man for my buddy and ended up puking all over him, the bar and the lovely lady he was trying to hook up with? Or the time I found out that I had been calling my favorite bartender, whom I also had a little crush on, at my local bar by the wrong name....for over a year. Just a few examples of my embarrassing moments, and yes, I was slightly drunk for all of these. And though they weren't my finest moments, they were drunkenly executed, so I don't think they really count all that much. No, the most embarrassing stories are the ones that happen while completely sober. Of which I have dozens upon dozens. This one in particular, that I am going to share with all you random fellow writers, is by far one of the ones that will forever haunt me and has made me truly believe in Murphy's Law. Now, I thought I would take this story to my grave, however, with a possible grand prize win, I figure it's worth having a bunch of strangers laugh and more than likely judge me a teeny bit.
By Paige Lauscher3 years ago in Confessions