Lauren Hemphill's official website
Home to sporadic writings, snippets, previews, and other various goodies.
Welcome to Winter Publishing, official home of Lauren Hemphill’s writings and other small projects. Fiction is the primary focus here, but you will occasionally see nonfiction, poetry, and even some photography. All writing pieces are subject to change, but you may end up seeing them influence my novels and short stories.
So please, grab some tea, and stay a while.
“You’re so patient with me,” my mother said, smiling at me from the other side of the couch. I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m just listening to you, Mom,” I said. “I’m your buddy.” Mom smiled. “You are my buddy.” On August 2nd, Mom came out of thyroid surgery….
When she kept you, she was worried you might not survive. You were small, small enough to fit in one hand. You hardly moved, hardly cried out. She sat you on her lap as she drove furiously to the vet, nudging you occasionally with tears in her eyes, hoping you…
When I was seven, the rule was to wear socks on the trampoline. Its surface was covered with splintering branches and sun-baked leaves, and it was dangerous to climb onto the mesh material and jump without some sort of protection for our feet. So I grabbed my socks by the…
I have always been afraid of heights. So why did you keep putting me on a pedestal?
I’m not going anywhere. Do you want to? No. No, I can’t. She’s my best friend. But it’s been three weeks. We’re getting married. It’s been four weeks. She’s going to talk to me. She has to. It’s been five weeks. She promised. We’re going to make things work. We’ll…
How to choose a crush: He should be the tallest boy around—or at least taller than you. He should probably be the fastest runner in the playground. Speed is important. He shouldn’t know you exist. This way, you cling to any attention he gives you. He should have cute(?) face….