Lauren A Radspinner
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Just a woman writing in between getting bossed around by her dog and the necessities of every day life.
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Zebras in the Woods. Content Warning.
Shelly shifted deeper into her pumpkin colored, lumpy couch. Trying to find a comfortable position as the fire crackled loudly in the modest cabin. Her cabin, she thought, smiling to herself. Admittedly, it was a bit early in October to have a roaring fire, but having invested her life savings into a semi-derelict cabin she spent the summer renovating, it was time to enjoy the fruits of her labor. She took a healthy sip of her red wine. A bottle she picked up in town about 20 miles away from the local vineyard, or what would be considered local in a town as sprawling as this where there were more trees than people that made up the population.
By Lauren A Radspinner3 months ago in Fiction
I'm crying Cuz I love you (and you helped me love myself)
“Why are men great until they gotta be great?” Have truer words ever been spoken when you’re in the midst of a breakup? I remember watching the movie, Someone Great, when I first heard the aptly named, "Truth Hurts" song by Lizzo. The iconic scene is depicted below, yet, little did I know the larger role Lizzo would play in my life.
By Lauren A Radspinner5 years ago in Beat
Mamadou: Bearer of the Best Beastly Facts
As a child, I remember not so patiently waiting for the postman to come and deliver the mail. My parents were strict and I was seldom allowed out of the house unless it was a sanctioned sporting event. So the days I had to myself where I was not condemned to sprint in the blazing Southern Californian sun was a luxury I took full advantage of. I spent my time consuming books and magazines. Hence, my waiting for the postman to come and deliver my next batch of books. One of my absolute favorite things to read was National Geographic Kids. I would pour through the glossy pages of the magazine and be dazzled by a myriad of different animals.
By Lauren A Radspinner5 years ago in Humans
Money Jar
Jada pushed back her dark curls as she walked home through the infamous humidity of the south, only stuttering her steps when her mobile buzzed. “Miss you. Hope this week at the new school is better. Wish we could call but phone plans! Dad.” She stroked the screen before returning the phone to her pocket. They were out of minutes. For the first time in her life Jada had to adhere to a budget.
By Lauren A Radspinner5 years ago in Horror
