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- Fiction > Historical FictionBy Lauren S., Guelph, Canada“Goodbye Herr Krugler!” Pavel called as his last patient of the day left his clinic. He turned from the door to tidy up his office. Just then Pavel heard the door to his small clinic burst open. “Grandfather!” he heard a boy cry. Pavel turned around and saw his grandson standing th...
- Fiction > All FictionBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaThey look at me with disgust in their eyes. When they see me, their hearts jump and their eyes fill with hate. I am just minding my own business. I was on my way home after searching for food when they tried to kill me. The smallest one was walking when she spotted me, scurrying along. She screame...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaI held my daughter as she died. As the light in Grace’s eyes went out, the light of my world went with it. My baby had leukemia and lost the battle when she was eight years old. As a single mother, after Grace’s death, I lost myself in a dark sea of grief. But this is not a story of sadness. No,...
- Fiction > Fan FictionBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaTom sat up in bed as the room went dark. He had been lying in bed, semiconscious as his mind danced on the edge of reality and slumber. He wanted so desperately to escape the bleak and perplexing existence he woke up to every morning and eluded every night when he slipped into his dreams. He did not...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaMy neighbours across the street are weird. Not the lawn-gnome-collecting-30-cats-kind-of-weird, but weird nonetheless. Okay, maybe not that weird, not like the Johnson’s down the street, they have 3 sets of twins and two identical cats, or like the Hensen family two blocks over, they are definite...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaLegs burning, muscles tense I pedal fiercely down the empty street My fingers grip the handlebars, elongating into razor sharp talons Faster, faster, down the tree lined pavement My feet leave the pedals as my legs disappear into the crisp air I continue to coast down the dew covered ...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Lauren S., Guelph, CanadaWe sat on the porch My grandfather and I As the crickets sand their sweet lullaby The sun was setting, Leaving the sky the colour of the pink lemonade in our sweating glasses The porch swing creaked In the evening breeze That rolled through the country Rustling the trees We sat on th...
