short story – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

on September 6, 2021September 6, 2021 By Lauren M. Hancock 6 Comments

The Message, Unheard Words unfold upon my screen, toppling, clamouring over themselves, fighting to be seen. I’m important, no, my message is of the utmost importance, let me be heard, while the most relevant one relaxes away, folded arms. Its words are the most likely to go unnoticed; its is the voice of reason, the truth you don’t want to see, but it lingers, to the side, presence important, but not impinging. Just there, whiling away time, until you become most aware. [...]

Prose Poetry: The Stormy Sky – 28/03/20

on March 28, 2020March 28, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock 5 Comments

I sit by my window and stare at the sky. There is nothing more beautiful in this very moment that I can capture, nothing else which can cause my heart to swell with appreciation. The clouds, they gather in wisps and blobs – light though, they are – they have this sort of moodiness about [...]

Flash Fiction: Poison in a Land So Sweet – 01/11/19

on November 1, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

I lay myself down in that quiet meadow that exists only within my mind. I rest back, against the soft, pillowy grass and I allow myself to keep. To become at one with the scene, the beautiful sunset, the sublimely coloured horizon; it is so glorious, and I know it’s only for me. I bask [...]

Fiction: The Arachnid Queen’s Deadly Songs – 27/10/19

on October 27, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

The Arachnid Queen weaves a web of delicate songs and spells, but this caster is known for causing perils in great a-many tales. While she crawls and creates, she plots the doom, of those unfortunate souls, lurking, unawares, waiting for her in the privacy of a stifling room. How she struts in toward them, turning [...]

Story: A Race With Conniving Emu of the Bush – 26/10/19

on October 26, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

“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 [...]

Story: The Hot Air Balloon – 16/09/19

on September 16, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

See this giant hot air balloon? my darling asked of me. It’s all yours for the morning, he smiled. Me? What about us? I queried. He wanted me to enjoy myself wholly and without distraction. But darling, you are not by any means a distraction, why, you are my star attraction. He blushed deep crimson [...]

Story: Mrs Marmalade – 15th September 2019

on September 15, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

Mrs Marmalade was known as such because she liked to have marmalade as the main ingredient for her lunch. Not only that, but it was the same for her tea, and breakfast might I add, of course, Mrs Marmalade would agree. She held a great love, a fondness for this condiment, jars and jars filled [...]

Story: The Fantastical Court Jester – 14/09/19

on September 14, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

The fantastical court jester had a multitude of skills. Though he felt that life and himself were a cruel joke, he still amused those in the court as he was willed to. He threw up a rabbit from a hat, danced with his feet flung up and down this way and that, he grabbed the [...]

Story: A Morning in the Mind of Alice – 13/09/19

on September 13, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

She wakes at two, or two thirty in the morning when she’s sometimes late to rise. She pads heavy-footed to the kitchen for a thirst-quenching drink, unfortunately in the refrigerator there are no hidden tasty surprises. Back to bed, where she’d inadvertently knock her head on the bed head, now there’s an aching inside her [...]

Story: “See Ya!” – Simon the Sociable Sloth – 11/09/19

on September 11, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

“See ya!” called Simon the ever-sociable sloth to his visitors. “I hope you thoroughly enjoyed yourselves. I urge you to come again soon,” and with that, he bowed deeply, for he was so glad that they had attended. Simon wasn’t like most sloths, who were solitary and shy, hiding behind trees and their leaves. No, [...]