Laura DeRue
Bio
Writing is like delivering mail; you accomplish both one letter at a time! Greetings from The Writing Mail Lady! Check out my site at LSDeRue.com! Poetry, mail, humor. I pick poems from VOCAL for my Sneak Critique! See you there!
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Cryptococcus... something
“This is it,” Lilah says to Sal, who's panting heavily in the back seat. Lilah reaches a sweaty arm over the seat and runs her hand over Sal's smooth chestnut head. "This is the best mailbox I can find," she says, "and if someone lives to find my letter, it'll mean something, even if it's to just that one person." Sal's tongue disappears into her mouth and then reappears lolling over the side of her jowls.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Horror
Dear Future Mail Carrier
“This is it,” Lilah says to Sal. "The last thing I'll do that might matter." As she leans out the car window, the hot sun stings her cheek, and the bottom side of her arm burns as it sweeps over the car window's lip. With some effort, she yanks open the mailbox. She's spent three days assessing mailboxes and has finally settled on a sturdy pipe mailbox on a stone pedestal not far from her hometown of Palmyra. She's a little concerned by the overgrowth of toadstools and other fungi in the area and hopes it isn't indicative that the deadly spores are there too. She purses her lips and lays her envelope squarely inside the mailbox and puts up the flag.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Futurism
Uteruses, “Whaatsits” and Snickers Bars…
When my doctor told me I had “one hell of a big uterus” I was in such a state of elation after giving birth that I took his words as a compliment. I even thanked him as if he’d complimented my hair. It never occurred to me that he was making a clinical observation, albeit a bit blunt, because my baby weighed a hefty 10 ½ pounds.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Confessions
Wine Flower
I’m a fact person. A science person. Everything I eat, the vitamins I take, what I wear, how I exercise, what I drink—it’s all based on fact. If I’m not sure about something, I look it up. I’m that girl reading peer reviewed studies before she goes to bed. There are things I just have to know, not only about health and nutrition, but also about history and sometimes weird stuff.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Humans
Talking to the Dead
Local lore says it was a cold winter night in 1847 when two young farm girls from Hydesville, New York plotted to scare the wits out of their mother by making ghost noises. The young pranksters were Maggie and Kate Fox. The prank went so far that by March 31st, 1848 a nationwide spiritualism movement was born.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in FYI
I'll Trade My Stone for your Daughter. Top Story - March 2021.
I’ll trade my stone for your daughter, and I’ll keep your daughter and the stone at my house. This sounds like a line from a fantasy story, but it may also have been an ancient conversation on the island of Yap, a real Micronesian Island.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in FYI
