Laura Lann
Bio
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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Invisible Disability
The fact is, you feel like it's your fault as you tug your body into proper posture and wash down mild pain relievers with black tea. Surely, surely it is. It must be. I chose to take a long distance drive and hike up steep stone steps for the fall view of mountain valleys. It was my soul that yearned for and craved to see the waves of red and yellow overtaking the land. Eagerly, gladly, I woke up and sprung to action on having an adventure for the day.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Longevity
Default Mode
My default mode is not the best; it's layers and layers of the expectations of my parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Every child and adult becomes sir and ma'am, punctuated so often in speech I am asked to drop such formalities. And, to my best I do indeed drop these things. But when I am tired or the setting more professional, gender neutral language tends to dissolve.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Humans
Soaked in Iced Tea
A customer sets The pitcher on my full tray. Flip! Tea down my front. I waited tables in college and the amount of times well intended customers would unbalance my tray in an attempt to help was amusing to say the least. More than once it resulted in food or beverage on me and broken dishes. Remember, ask your server first.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Poets
Milk and Death. Content Warning.
They should have known better than to entrust her with something so frail and so precious. Yet the lords had seemed keen on gifting her with the duty of caring for the abandoned spawling. She clutched the hatchling in her hands, careful not to damage its soft scales, yet mindful of its talons. Surely no good could come from this bestowment. Spawlings were odd creatures, with ears like horses, scales like dragons, and bodies like sugar gliders with a long strip of black fur racing down their back and ending at the tip of their tail in a tuff.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
