lolea

Joined January 2021

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winged
The last of the cans in the cupboard were the pears. 8 cans of pears. All 8 lined up in a row. The label on the pear cans each had a pear tree on them. When they were all lined up, they looked like a little row of trees, a little orchard hidden in the cupboard.
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
thank you ghost
We were 10km away from the town; 10km away from the city I left. The deadbeat icy highway pulled the bus to a slow, bumpy stop on the side of the road, as if my unconscious was pulling me back, trying to stop me from running away. The sun was turning red and expanding over the sky, as it began to set behind the great white mountains.
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
go go go
I had always imagined my life to be more tragic than it was. Even in my happiest memories, I feel the expectation of disaster, like a snake curled to my chest.
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
dance of shadows
Like a drowning girl a breath away from the surface, I wait for morning. ‘I called your name, and you turned your head from me.’ It was her sweet rasp, as clear as if she were alive.
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
blue project
Mom had always cut off the heads of marigolds when she planted. She thought it helped their roots grow strong. Otherwise, the petal would suck up all the nutrition for its short glory and then die. I cut them off now too – with less certainty than her. I could see her smile and tell me, ‘It doesn’t kill the flower; it strengthens the bloom.’
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
willful forgetfulness
Sid fell asleep on the floor. The floor was swept clean of dirt, old broken chips, and all memories of the girl whose room it once was. Pastor Hartman and his wife argued over whether to leave her room intact or to clean the mess. His wife wanted to hold onto the feeling that she was still alive; the paster wanted cleanliness. This was the last argument the girl had been a part of; her name was now left out of conversations. Willful forgetfulness had become an art to the good pastor Hartman and his wife Danica. Willful destruction had become a game to Sid.
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
cake baby
“My sister needs me to keep her stable. I could help her get better if we could just be together.” “I’m sorry miss, but we can’t transfer you. Regulations you know,” said the nurse. She was the type who found joy in regulations. The type who buttoned her blouse to the very top because that’s what the top button was designed for. She found joy in imagining the usefulness of her position, imagining herself to be ‘creating an organized and upright society, because without structure, there is chaos.’
By lolea4 years ago in Fiction
Rat Poison
The lipstick I chose was a shade of deep red that felt impenetrable. The colour turned me black and white, softened my edges but kept the shadows, ghost-like, with floating red lips.
By lolea5 years ago in Fiction
Amnesia Ex Machina
When I awoke, I couldn’t remember my name. A man in white loomed over me. “Everything’s okay. You’re in a hospital, but you’re recovering nicely.” He said hospital, but it didn’t feel like a hospital and he didn’t seem like a doctor. The structure of his face was twisted and sunken with years of cynicism.
By lolea5 years ago in Fiction
If you want to improve as a writer, try writing a screenplay
Frankly my dear, I don't give a dam... about what kind of writer you are. If you have a story to tell, learning about screenplay writing (or playwrighting if you're a theatre nerd like me) can help you improve exponentially as a writer. So, how to harness the power of script writing?
By lolea5 years ago in Fiction
summer smells like you
Breathless in ice, I wait for May to turn Into my June. Eyes up, I face the blue. No sunscreen to protect when sunlight burns,
By lolea5 years ago in Poets
Skip the Aspirin; Stare at Trees
This is the story of why my family started a vegetable garden. I have never watched more news than in 2020/2021, which by chance I happened to see an interview with a doctor talking about the increase in depression due to Covid. She not only prescribed her patients medicine, but she also prescribed nature walks - and it seems for good reason. Being in nature has been scientifically proven to reduce stress, reduce anxiety, reduce depression, increase quality of life, increase happiness, improve cognition, and improve mental health.
By lolea5 years ago in Earth