Laura DePace
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Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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The Fog
Carl Sandburg wrote, “The fog comes in on little cat feet,” but this morning’s fog roared into the bay like a lion. It filled the bay and overflowed onto the shores, wiping out the far end of the bridge, so that it looked like it led to Heaven. Or Hell. Or to an alien world.
By Laura DePace11 months ago in Fiction
Doll House
Cassandra was just getting started exploring her new home. It was a huge old house, built over 200 years ago, in the Historic District in a small town in Maine. The apartment that she and her family had moved away from would have easily fitted into the ground floor of this mansion.
By Laura DePace11 months ago in Fiction
Fresh Bread
Every morning, Uncle Vinnie filled the neighborhood with the smell of freshly baked bread. The aroma floated over the bustling streets, bouncing along on the heads of the rushing men and women who were on their way, lemming-like, to work. Focused on what they were doing, on what new problems would face them when they reached their cluttered desks, they didn’t consciously acknowledge the smell of the bread. But its magical scent reached out to capture them: tickling their noses, making their mouths water, relentlessly turning them away from their harried, rushed mornings, and leading them to Uncle Vinnie’s bakery. They would arrive, bemused, confused, hypnotised by that wonderful aroma, to find themselves standing before Uncle Vinnie’s counter with no idea how they got there, or what they wanted.
By Laura DePace12 months ago in Fiction
Path to Freedom
Path to Freedom By Laura Brady DePace We huddled in the darkness, waiting for the robot troops to pass by. Holding our breath, quieting the babies as best we could. The older children, scared silent, hid their faces in their mothers’ skirts. The darkness protected us. Or so we hoped.
By Laura DePace12 months ago in Fiction
Mom's Diner - For the Birds
I grew up watching birds. My mother loved to feed the birds, and we spent many happy hours watching our feathered guests as they partook of our offerings. Mom spent a fortune filling those hungry bellies, and she had a stack of field guides at the ready to identify our visitors.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Earth
Third Time's the Charm. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
When I was a child growing up near Binghamton, New York, magic happened one night: the Northern Lights - Aurora Borealis - danced for us. This was a good 50 years ago, long before cell phones and Aurora Apps. This was when no one saw them coming, and we were incredibly lucky to catch them at all.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Photography
