Lauren Jane R
Bio
I’m a 20 something performance graduate with a passion for writing
Stories (11/0)
- Top Story - January 2024
Tegid's JourneyTop Story - January 2024
Tegid stopped for a moment, gazing at the landscape adorned in sparkling white. Faint patches of green battling their way to visibility against the bitter hands of the gods. An amber hue emanating from the rectangular house in the near distance. She was ever intrigued by these extraordinary houses and fascinated by those behind their walls. Tegid continued, the soft crunch of her boots falling into winter’s gentle embrace, steps imprinted briefly in time. She delighted as crisp air filled her lungs and her breath resembled that of a dragon’s. The silky strands of her hair glistened as they were kissed by fading sunbeams. A swift and biting breeze greeted the fluffy white hills, the snowflakes swirling, entangled as though they were dancing. Most of the houses looked miniature, the snowdrifts stretching, threatening to creep over their windows. This could nearly make her forget the true enormity of the people inside them. Those who brave the Northern Sea, fighting for a morsel of what the waters can offer. Tegid wasn’t long estranged from the sea's sharp temper, however, she noticed how strangely peaceful it seemed with a silvery blanket settled all around. She felt a chill pinch at her ears and tip of her reddened nose as an impulsive gust impishly tackled. Chuckling, she pulled herself back to her feet as she reached the peculiar house. The door opened, her face warming from the fire inside. She entered, behind her the sunlight fled and the snowfall virtually seemed to disappear.
By Lauren Jane R3 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Pitch Your Pilot Challenge
Banished
He slinked as though he were a leopard shadowing its prey. Precision in his steps as he tried to balance. He looked at the ice blanket below his feet, his heart sinking as his life perched on a thin veil between verglas and water. His breath was visible in the atmosphere and his sweat cascading down his face despite the sharp frost running through his veins. His eyes darted towards the distance with desperation and longing and promptly fell again to the ground when he saw nothing but more ice. Since the snow queen banished him from the kingdom, he hadn’t felt the warmth of another, he hadn’t heard the hearty snort of his father or felt the lumpy coziness of his mother’s stew running down his throat. The memories of his beloved family were no distraction from imagining the piercing fangs of deepwater wrapped around his body. The snow queen's reign of icy massacre and frost-covered force had been unrelenting since the disappearance of the opposing merfolk.
By Lauren Jane R3 years ago in Fiction
Kedgeree
History Kedgeree, a meal with an interesting backstory and tantalizing taste, what more could you desire? When I think of delicious food with a cultural background, kedgeree leaps into focus. As lockdowns dragged on across the globe, I began to realize how little I had tasted my nations cuisine. In fact, my knowledge of Scottish food was limited to the likes of haggis and shortbread. This sparked the idea for my partner and I to try kedgeree. Not only did I feel connected to Scotland through this dish but I also gained a longing to travel to India and treat my taste buds to their traditional foods. Yes, that's right! The origins of Kedgeree intertwine with two nations. So lets start at the beginning shall we?
By Lauren Jane R3 years ago in Feast
The Royal Dressmaker
The Royal Dress Maker That Day Her dishevelled red locks flowed from her marron-coloured hooded cloak; her face almost completely covered. She leaped onto the train, tattered scarlet bag in hand, landing in a pile of hay. She was soaked from the rain and her breathing was so heavy it could weigh down her whole body. She opened the bag and manged to smirk a little despite her fatigue. It was almost bursting at the seams, full of gold. She clutched her stomach.
By Lauren Jane R3 years ago in Criminal
Doctor Barnowl
“Sit over there. he’ll see you soon” said the guard as he thrust her through the door. R began walking through the velvet red hallway, guards in black suits, faces covered by white masks lined on either side, looming over her. She wasn't afraid of them, she saw them as mere pawns. The hall seemed to gradually narrow as she approached the waiting room. Dishevelled raven hair covering most of her face, a gleam of aqua blue eyes, and crooked smirk in vision. She sat across from a disgruntled old man and a young innocent looking boy.
By Lauren Jane R3 years ago in Horror
Limbo?
October 29th, 08:10 am It's a crisp October morning. I am running late for work. I do not like being late. I pick up speed. My heart feels heavier than the weight constantly attached to my shoulders. A weight in the form of a black figure, who's hands are constantly attached to my neck. She feeds from me. I have learned to ignore her, I try to forget she is there but I can always feel her, clutching to my body like a leech.
By Lauren Jane R4 years ago in Horror
- Second Place in For You Challenge
Transition Art. Second Place in For You Challenge
As 2020s impending madness creeped upon us, I decided to download TikTok. I primarily made it to browse political content. My For You page flooded with feminism, Black Lives Matter and, of course, the odd cat video. I found myself addicted to the content, ever swiping. Video after video after... you guessed it! Video. However, one day it struck, as my girlfriend was making us dinner, to make a TikTok. This TikTok would be made in honour of our love, it would be made to see her smile at me as she came back with food for us to share and it would take me all of five minutes to edit.
By Lauren Jane R4 years ago in Humans
Under the Apple Tree
She stands underneath the apple tree just beyond the school yard. Her golden hair glistening in the sun and her long finger nails digging into her chest, as tears cascade down her arched cheekbones. Her tremulous weeping as faint as a mouse’s breath. She gazes at the school and the toxic memories flood her shrivelling mind. The tree was her safe place, with him. Its leaves descending gently, floating in the swirling wind. Its roots in a protruding tangle and its fruitful mass sprawled on the ground where they stood. As the scarlet apples fell, this haven was host to their poisonous kiss. Back then, she was unaware of his repellent blackened core. From the tree a venomous relationship grew, like a seed into evergreen life. Its branches grotesquely contorted like a deformed hand. Like the hand that picked her purity as if it was the last emerald leaf in a season of brown. He whispered secret melodies into her ear and brushed her hair, weaving it with his dagger-like fingers. Her youthful beauty intrigued him, like the scent of meat to a hound. He lusted after her, whilst he entranced her. She was within his tight grasp. Trapped in his illusion of love, his sweet words swirling around her naive mind like a carousel. The horses seemed to be in perpetual motion. His embrace became a dangerous addiction and when under the tree their hands intertwined as if they would never separate. However, when they were not hiding their passions at the apple tree, they were ignoring each others existence, as teacher and student.
By Lauren Jane R5 years ago in Humans