Andres Lauder

“The Amethyst” by Andres Lauder

Submitted to Contest #127

Linda came from a long line of Psychics who ran a business of telling the fortunes of others.  At a time when Europe was struggling between the powers of democracy and fascism, her great grandfather and grandmother moved from a little town just south of war-torn Poland, and to the Americas. They took with them their act of becoming Psychics through reading cards and forming a business by getting paid to tell anyo...

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“Mr. Luxington” by Andres Lauder

One night, a boy went to sleep and experienced a very long dream, one that would change the course of his life forever. The next morning, the boy did not wake up. His mother didn’t understand what was happening…. For he was perfectly alive… but unconscious.  He was rushed to the hospital. Doctors were baffled by this healthy boy going to sleep, only to not wake up again. One theory was that the boy slipped ...

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“The Author's Dilema” by Andres Lauder

Ms. Chapman started writing novels after her husband had passed. It seemed like a good hobby at the time—but as time passed, her escape from grief became her life-long career. Ms. Chapman never suspected that she would become a famous author at the age of thirty-two. Ms. Chapman never suspected she would traveland sign copies of her book, Female Fatal, to fans across the globe. Ms. Chapman never sought this life… but nei...

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“The Blue Tang” by Andres Lauder

Submitted to Contest #121

Griffin had not anticipated a sudden rise to fame the moment he was given the Blue Tang. Just around the time of his seventeenth birthday, there was a horrific pandemic claiming the lives of thousands; he nor his family were allowed to leave their homes. The moment the pandemic began was when his love for music began—and he took the guitar. Prior to his birthday, Griffin spent most of his time locked in h...

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“The Invisible Boy” by Andres Lauder

For years I’ve gotten used to the fact that nobody could see me.  I was like a ghost. I was an invisible boy. I couldn’t remember a time where the people I saw—could see me, nor could I remember anybody having spoken directly to me. Nobody knew I existed. Actually, the only things that could feel my presence were the wind that brushed against my transparent cheeks, or the sun that hit my u...

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“The Lick of the Flame” by Andres Lauder

Submitted to Contest #108

My father called the tip of a candle light the lick of the flame. I never understood why, but neither did I understand why he would stare at a burnt candle for entire minutes. Watching it with such interest… as if the very sight of a small fire was more important than his own children. I had just turned old enough to drive when my mother has diagnosed with stage four cancer. She passed soon after, leaving my litt...

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