Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
We first met Layla the Ladybug in Our Whimsical World: Illustrated Stories, a cute little bug who unfortunately suffers from “Bugxiety” and receives relief from her condition by hugging trees. Nothing could quell her nerves faster than embracing a comforting trunk; it made her relaxed, less jittery, and allowed her to become herself at last. [...]
Georgette was a gracious house cat, with the prettiest smile in her building. She was well known for brightening other animals’ and people’s days, but inside she was always dreaming. She wanted to be as purposeful and powerful as a lion, with the courage and the heart and strength to face challenges with the [...]
A masquerading duck has arrived at the scene. She likes to make her appearances special, with a long duration since her former showing. Here at these magnificent balls she is desperate to make a splash! Because this masquerading duck is so beautiful and loves to dance and chat. What is the point in her arrivals, [...]
“I can’t fly? Well, I’ll be damned!” the bushy emu said to me. With a squawk and a wink he ran past me with great ease, a bush sprinter as proud as can be. He then returned quickly as he could. “What do you say to a little race?” he suggested coercively, “The winner gets [...]
The Queen of Finery was amazingly resplendent coated in her gems which adorned every inch of her. They glittered and glimmered upon her velveteen robes. Being so ostentatious a figure, she had nothing to say to those in the palace who passed her; she was too incredible in her own mind to pay attention to [...]
The Frog King had kissed many princesses in his time. None were to his liking, his tastes, the flavour of human was too overwhelming. He had no idea why he was required to couple up with a human being, when of his own species he felt an overwhelming inkling, a great fondness of feeling. It [...]
“Weeeee! Look at me!” called Egbert to his friends, one, two and three. He was spinning on his feet, pirouetting as elegantly as could be. “You go, ‘Bert!” called Lucy. “Yeah, keep going!” cheered Brody. “Why do you always have to be so showy?” groaned Danni. Danni was the moodiest of the four, she didn’t [...]
Nana playfully grabbed my nose as I made a cheeky face. “You know, Alice, if you continue doing this, your face will stay the same when the wind will change!” “Nonsense,” I replied emphatically. “That is nothing of the truth. I’ve made faces for years now, and there is nothing to show that what you say is [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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