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Hannah, This Is ItI wake up Saturday morning to a purple sky.  A pale lavender; similar to the color I wanted to paint the bathroom.  The house is quiet.
I rise and pace down the hallways to find that I am alone.  All of the beds are made and all of the clothes are put away neatly, but there is no sign of my family.  It's as if they were taken, and any sign of them was erased on the way out.  It is as if I have been alone on the farm the entire time.  Their shoes are still at the back door.  They weren't even wearing socks.
I wander onto the porch just as a rusted pickup truck turns onto the driveway, skidding down the loose dirt and gravel path between the wheat.  I can just make out Jacob in the front seat, his dog riding shotgun.
There is something wrong with the sky.  It is a purple that does not exist in nature.  An angry purple.  It contains rippled clouds that look like fingers held stern
Fable"Where'd you get a name like that?" I asked her, the night we first met.
She shrugged nonchalantly at the question, like she'd heard it a thousand times before.  "I was simply born to tell stories."
Fable found me at the bottom of another empty highball glass in the darkest corner of the bar, as she drank rye and water through a black plastic straw.  Save for the drink, she didn't look like she belonged there.  She was more like a lost college sophomore, her ID likely the top card in her wallet.
"Can I help you?" I groaned, my head held up by both of my hands.  Elbows on the table; mother would not approve.  She took a seat across the table, and introduced herself.  I asked my question, she offered her remark, and I found myself asking her a third question in less than thirty seconds.  "Can you tell me a story?"
The first tale she offered was of her entering the bar by herself.  "This is a sad dive, that's for sure.  There's not even a sign outside above the door.  You leave it up to c
Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library.  It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak.  They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone.  Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone.  It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone.  They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight.  But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock?  Or was it part of someth
swear by the styx.I fell asleep listening to love songs and water pounding on the window pane.
It had been pouring rain for three long days, so water was gushing from beneath the manhole covers and the morning clouds were perpetually a canvas of rippled slate.  Citizens had removed the wheels from their cars to happily use the hover option on their way to work.  No one wanted their rims rusted.  
The airships wouldn’t be flying again until the sky cleared, in the meantime we were stuck within the city walls.  Some desperate souls had spoken of trekking into the outlands to continue work and play without being confined, but no one was that inane.  They would be in the city until we were under clear skies again.
I’m stubborn, you know, and that’s why I insisted on walking over to your building through the dampness and the sludge.  It came up to my knees in some places, particularly the troughs at the bottoms of hills.  Motorists who passed me by, skimmi


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Mono.One morning a black pillar appeared in the center of town, within the boundaries of the park and right outside of the library.  It stood at least thirteen feet tall and was as wide as a mature oak.  They deduced it was made out of some kind of polished stone.  Some guessed it was obsidian; others argued it was too strong to be such a fragile stone.  It could have been granite, but when was the last time you saw black granite in that quantity, and in that shape?
"We should knock it down and drag it away!" someone shouted.
But they were too afraid to touch it.
"Why not just leave it here?" another suggested.
But they wondered what would happen if they didn't do anything at all.
Whoever put it there didn't do it alone.  They'd need a truck to transport the thing, and they'd need some way to get it off the flatbed and stand it up straight.  But why go to all of that trouble for a pillar of rock?  Or was it part of someth
The Silo Complex"You won't believe what I just saw in the field."
I sighed at Eloise in the doorway.  "Another dead raccoon?  How big was it this time?  You know it's just maggots, right?"
"No, that wasn't it.  I saw a man."
"Was it John?"
"No."
"Fox?"
"It was a man, but it wasn't really a man.  Almost a man."
"Almost a man?"  She had recently taken to wandering in the fields under gray skies, thinking that she'd find her answers among the abandoned farm equipment and rows of dried corn husks.  She never did.  Just raccoons.  I never heard anything about men who were almost men.  "How can someone be almost a man?"
"Never mind.  You don't believe me."
"Just tell me what he looked like."
"He looked like smoke."
I didn't realize what she meant until the next day when a woman who was almost a woman appeared outside the back door, peering through the window.  She was in the form of a woma
i had an out-of-body experience.I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one.
Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA.  I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars.  My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could.
Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula.
NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I couldn’t do it.  The spaceship would need to have extra space just for the amount of medication and equipment I’d have to bring along, and that was if I could even survive the zero-gravity environment.  Whoever wrote the responses encouraged me to keep dreaming, and boasted about donations the association made to various sickle cell charities.


That special something:
Daily Lit Deviant - @Laura-LieDaily Lit Deviant is an article put out on a daily basis throughout the year that is devoted to showing the work and accomplishments of one writer per article and presenting exemplary pieces of their work. It is based off of bowie-loon123's series of articles of the same name.
Join me in welcoming laurotica as our Daily Lit Deviant for February 6th, 2014.
Nominated by homunculus888 and BloodshotInk
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"laurotica often gives sci fi stories a twist, or takes a common theme like post-apocalyptic times and comes at it from a different angle." says homunculus888.

From the author's description:
i had an out of body experience
the other day, her name was Jesus
and for her, everyone cried

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1.First off, what do you do on this website, exactly?

Lately I haven't been doing very much at all.  When my life hasn't been taken over by school or general business (busy-ness?) I'm a writer.  I publish mainly sci-fi, horror and other weird things, and enjoy finding other strange things here as well.

2.Seriously? Why would you do that?

I'm trying, man!  I really am!

3.Okay, whatever you say pal. Why do that here and not professionally?

Because I have a crippling fear of rejection.  But I'd like to start submitting stories to places this summer.  Jake got published in an online magazine that I'm going to try out for, Jess sent me a good link today for another, and there's a local one here in Canada that I need to get on too.

4.Huh. For writers: make up a relatively coherent sentence you're positive no one has ever said before. For visual artists: Sketch something you're positive no one has ever sketched before.

You need to stop eating out of the garbage, Bertha.  It's bad for your complexion!

5.You're a very bizarre individual, y'know that?

I've always taken being called weird as a compliment.

6.What's one work you really want to do, but aren't sure how to do it yet?

I want to write an epic fantasy or sci-fi novel in the vein of my favourite writers (Mr. Martin and Mr. Card, for example)...with werewolves.  I just want to write another werewolf series and make it dark and gritty and wonderful.

7.Yeah I don't know how anyone would manage that, either. Ever had an injury that stopped you from practising your craft?

One time at school I had to write two papers in one weekend and because I was typing so much and so fast, I bruised my fingers with my rings.  That kept me on hand rest for a few days.  I also have carpal tunnel if I'm too vigorous about my writing...

8.What inspires you? I mean really makes you want to perform your art?

I want to inspire other people to embrace the strange and obscure.  I write what I love and love to write, and want to share all of my weird ideas with the world no matter what anyone else thinks.  Sometimes I treasure the reactions I get when I tell people about what I'm writing.

9.On that same sort of track, are there any particular influences, such as musicians, artists, writers, or events that you put into your work?

Lately my writing has felt like William Faulkner meets Edgar Allen Poe.  I usually take my influences from fantasy and sci-fi movies and books, and from all of the weird music I listen to.  If you ever want to write a good war story, put some Disturbed on and go wild.

10.So, assuming you haven't already told me you just do this for the hell of it, do you plan on living off your particular trade?

That's the dream...but I'm also a little realistic about the whole thing, and want a back-up plan to get those student loans taken care of and get things going.  When I'm living comfortably and not living off government checks, that's when I'll be dedicated 100%.

11.Do you drink, or use any drugs? If so, do they help you with your craft?

I drink, and if I decide to write while intoxicated it usually makes little sense the next day.  It depends on how many glasses of wine and what crazy mood I'm in.

12.What's the most unfortunate name you can think of for a child, male or female?

Hortensia.  I'm sorry if that's what your mom/grandma's name is.

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Laura A.K.
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Is that the end of the world, or are you just happy to see me?

I'm a 21 year old geography student puttering around somewhere in Canada. Once I'm done school I'll probably get into consulting and urban planning, but there's something I'd rather be doing. I love writing about dark, gritty things, and you would never guess it from seeing me in person. I've written 15 novels and also have 2 novellas to my name. My favorite topics to tackle are: the apocalypse, space travel and military fiction. I got the gift of writing and love of the strange and obscure from my dad's dad; born in 1911 Russia and whose conspiracy books fill my shelves.

I also blog about music at: fromalt2zen.blogspot.com/ It's more of a casual hobby, and practice for writing for Rolling Stone.

But who am I outside of writing? When I'm not in line at Tim Hortons, trying new nail polish shades or planning world domination, I'm just a somewhat-normal girl navigating through my twenties. I'm Scottish, Irish and British on my mom's side, and Russian Mennonite on my dad's side. Fate made me the oldest of 3; I've got a younger sister and brother. I need 4 things to function on a daily basis: coffee (one sugar with soy milk), The Simpsons, an hour to myself to read a book (a good YA or Stephen King), and a playlist that never ends.

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"Scotch and splenda. Tastes like splenda, gets you drunk like scotch."

I need to start exercising my writing muscle again. Pick one...and I will write it. This has seemed to work for me in the past. 

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2014 book list

Looking For Alaska by John Green
Divergent by Veronica Roth
A Dance With Dragons by George R.R. Martin
City of Bones by Cassandra Clare
Cress by Marissa Meyer
City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare
A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
Speaker For The Dead by Orson Scott Card
Dying of the Light by George R.R. Martin
Drinking and Tweeting and other Brandi Blunders by Brandi Glanville
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare
Year Zero by Rob Reid
Crown of Midnight by Sarah J. Maas

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Thank you for collecting "A Tribute", my most excellent young Northern Neighbor! :wave:
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StevenGilby 2 days ago  Student Writer
Thanks for the fave =D
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Thanks.
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Thank you. :) :heart: :dalove:
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:love: Thanks very much for your fave and for your kind comments :love:
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:wave: Thank you so much for the +watch FREE flying hearts Icon
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Thanks very much for your fave, Laura :bow:
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Thank you for the fav my friend...
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I appreciate you taking the time to read and collect "Blizzard", do you think it's worth continuing?
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NaturesTouch Mar 17, 2014  New member
Thank you very much for the favourite!
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