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.
Stories (128)
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Loud Voices
At twenty-eight years old, I am faced with the continuation of warnings I was issued in my late teens and early twenties. Warnings of how marriage would be. Life. My career. How my desire for no children would change. Everything really. I got married when I was twenty-four and carried with me wise counseling I had collected from the only two happy couples I knew. It has served me well. And the other words of caution? I left them behind.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Families
The Thing on the Shore
I dreamed of boat oars dipped in water, of muscles bunching and tensing beneath the sun. There was beaded sweat on my brow and roaring grizzlies on the shore. I dreamed, and searched, and wondered down rushing teal rivers, and heard the churn of water and call of ravens. The sun was bright and eternal, and the mountains crisp and looming.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
The Disease . Top Story - May 2023.
I sit here sipping my coffee, gazing at the mountains peaking through trees, chewing on a question I keep returning to. I admire bravery, I always have. Surely with the rise of super hero movies, I am to believe that most of society also admires bravery. Though, it looks very different from Batman knocking out criminals in the night. Bravery for most of us, is a subtle choice in a moment that may really only be noticed by ourselves.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Humans
Consuming Nature's Beauty
I enjoy a sunshine rich day full of crisp cold air that invigorates the lungs and freezes my breath in my eye lashes. A good hike through packed snow always proves to be both magical and exciting. I have a rather vivid imagination and it stirs to play beneath the bases of the mountains and along glittering riverbanks of snow and frozen wonders. Any number of fantastical worlds and beasts might exit in this sort of realm, goblins and snow fairies at war, werewolves plundering the night, or ice dragons guarding their hoards.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Earth
Kitchen Gossip
They sat across from each other at the old wooden table, sipping coffee. Warmth and crackles pressed in from the nearby hearth as the fire munched away at slightly sappy logs. The big thick windows were fogged over, but beyond them the world was a white blanket anyway.
By Laura Lann3 years ago in Fiction
