Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Cinnamon and sugar dusted over my warmed cup of milk, it comforts me, it makes my stomach smile, my grin shine, have a taste of it yourself! I will prepare yours with the greatest of ease, dust and sprinkle it as I please, to present this to you with a glowing smile, ahead of [...]
Squid on a stick? Urgh, it makes me sick! Who thought it wise this appalling culinary treat should be presented to me? I cannot fathom how he is still living, breathing and smiling, Snackery with a pleasant, calm expression, Projected toward me. What will I do? How will the host comprehend? That [...]
Patrick the Pelican never bothered to chew. A huge mouthful of fish swallowed, gone, that was how he rolled, that was what he would do. Why would anyone bother with the activity of chewing when he could swallow many fish while even thinking? Sometimes he warned by his other, non-pelican friends that he must chew, [...]
A bubble of happiness - what's inside of yours? Happiness in a bubble: what does it mean to you? To some, it means love, health, protection or security, and to others it means materialism and fortunes of the wealthy. To me, right now, happiness means this single fried chicken drumstick, food is my current mood, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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