llaurren's reads
Bio
Dear Reader,
Welcome to my collection of journals, articles, diaries, short stories, and more. This is a treasure trove from an author—or rather, a humble writer—whose penmanship was previously tucked away and is now ready to emerge.
Stories (55)
Filter by community
Lustre
Lustre was at the height of their fame—a group synonymous with charm, talent, and impeccable harmony. Asaiah had always been the quiet one, the steady foundation holding them together while the others shone brighter. But what she lacked in flashiness, she made up for with her resilience and quiet brilliance.
By llaurren's reads12 months ago in Chapters
A Home Without Walls
Asaiah sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling. The faint hum of the ceiling fan matched the rhythm of her thoughts—whirling, repetitive, endless. She had always thought of this house as her safe place, her sanctuary. It had taken years for her to realize it wasn’t a home, not for her, not really.
By llaurren's reads12 months ago in Chapters
Between the Last Breath and the Next. Content Warning.
The wind carried her words like whispers through the trees, scattering them into the open, empty sky. She sat on the edge of a worn gravestone, her fingers tracing the faint etchings of a name long eroded by time. The stone was cool beneath her touch, grounding her as her thoughts meandered between questions and confessions.
By llaurren's reads12 months ago in Chapters
Unorthodox Release. Content Warning.
The pressure had taken everything from her—her strength, her resolve, her will to keep fighting. It pressed against her chest like a vice, squeezing the air from her lungs until even breathing felt like a battle she wasn’t sure she wanted to win. She didn’t want to endure anymore. She didn’t want to carry this weight.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Poets
A Home That Never Was
Asher adjusted the straps of her worn backpack, her mind buzzing with conflicting emotions. The letter confirming her scholarship to an out-of-state university lay folded in her pocket, a beacon of hope and a curse. It was her ticket out, a lifeline to escape the suffocating walls of her family’s house. But each time she glanced at her younger sister, Asaiah, sitting silently on the edge of her bed, Asher’s heart clenched.
By llaurren's readsabout a year ago in Families
