Julie Lacksonen
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Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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The Old Journal
I sat neglected and lonely on a basement shelf at Brooke's Book Nook for decades. I'm not sure how long, exactly. Before that, I assisted many authors, most recently one named Anne Rice. She was obscure until I gave her some ideas and helped her hone her skills. After Anne no longer needed me, she brought me to the shop and told Brooke, "Give this to a struggling author who shows promise. I'm trusting you to choose someone special... and don't charge anything."
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon of the Forest
There weren't always dragons in the valley - well, not real ones anyway. When I was four, my dad gave me a green, stuffed dragon. I named the soft toy Dray. I carried Dray around with me for a year. We had great adventures. We searched for treasure. We fought Mono, the one-eyed monster, which was actually a teddybear which had lost a button eye. And we flew - with the aid of a tire swing.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Dragons of Mydoria
There weren't always dragons in the valley - specifically, the Mydo Valley. Against my better judgement, I summoned them. My name is Mistress Wizardess Laylawny. I earned my title through years of hard study, starting at the age of six, followed by two years of apprenticeship, and faithful service to Queen Shima.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
The Search for Dragons
"There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but we were faced with a desperate situation." I raised my voice to capture their attention. Now, the patrons of the pub were hanging on my every word, with curious, eager eyes. I ate it up. I had come to the village of Sumax, halfway up Desert Peak Mountain. I continued, "Our land, Morax, of the Salovian Valley, is the most fertile on the continent, no offense to you fine people." I looked around the room, mostly seeing shrugs or vacant stares. I heard a few snickers. Fairly certain I hadn't truly offended anyone, I went on, "As you probably know, most of our neighbors trade peacefully, but we must be vigilant for those who wish to take Morax by force. A month ago, marauders came from the south with ill intent. We fought them off at great expense.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Always Late
I didn't mean to procrastinate, but I couldn't help myself. I did my homework and school projects at the last minute. I was always the last one to the table, and still eating after everyone else got up. I was typically the last one in the car when my family went to the grocery store, to Grandma and Grandpa’s, or anywhere else. I stayed up late, often until midnight, and slept in. I was frequently late for class. Mom teasingly called me "Susie Sloth."
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
