Laura mclean
Bio
I would like to test my writing skills. try and see if I can make it any better. When I was in middle school I had a published pome I wrote. It's been so long I can't remember the title or the name of the pome.
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The black book of doom
The day Sheree was set to move out of her mother's apartment. It was raining so hard and fast that she was soaked before she reached the jeep as soon as Sheree walked outside. Sheree had just a few boxes left to load into her jeep. So she decided to wait till the rain slowed down.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
The spirit with secrets across the street
As Sara watched day after day, the neighbors move in and out repeatedly. Sara wondered what was wrong with the house that no one stayed for more than six months. The more she watched, the more Sara wanted to investigate the house for herself. She couldn't help herself but try and find out for herself what was wrong with the house.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of death
Amy wasn't too adamant about going to her uncle's will reading. She knew her whole family was going to be there. Amy had to go. He was her favorite uncle, and she just knew her uncle was going to leave her something in his will. Amy and her uncle did everything together. Amy had one week before she had to go to the reading of the will.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
The love from a small town
Every morning, I walked to the café for my latte and a glimpse of him. He was a sight to see with my morning coffee. The day's I missed him in the morning, and I would see him later that day. But I could not go a day without seeing him. The smile across his face made my day. I would dream the rest of the day about his smile.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
Echos from the woody pond
9:00 P.M. Awoken by a sudden sound, a sound so loud and startling, Tami couldn't figure out what just woke her out of a dead sleep. She rolled over and grabbed the clock from my bedside table. It read 9:00 A.M. As soon as her feet hit the cold wooden floor, there was another sound. This time it sounded as if it was coming from outside. Tami walks over to the bedroom window. It was hard to see anything out the window. The fog was so thick she could not see anything.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
The fantasy parkway
I have lived in a big city my whole life, and the only thing I have seen daily was tall buildings and crowds of people walking the streets. There are very few trees around the city. I believe more people are living in the city. I have never seen a park on the path I walk every day.
By Laura mclean4 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Day Letter
Dear mom, Hay mom. I know it has been a long time since I have spoken to you. I am so sorry about that. I have been so busy with the kids these days. You should see them now up so much since the last time you had seen them. I wish you were still around so I could share all these moments with you.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Families
