i am lucy layne

Why are you afraid

When chance comes to the door?

You seem to trust your omens,

But which has hurt you more?

I am a storyteller - your entertainment for the night

I will mold my words in such a way that my sound will trigger sight

We should gravitate toward opposing opinions, like magnets do their opposites. We rarely do though. Sometimes, we even fight them off. But, most of the time, we simply avoid them and agree to disagree.

I never realized it before, but now that I have, I guess you could say “Time” is my theme in everything I do.

Almost 30 local authors submitted creative videos and participated in Zoom interviews to talk about what inspires them, to share their stories, and to connect with each other despite physical distance. I was lucky enough to be chosen as one of the featured authors. 

I asked myself a question as I stared into the forest

“Should I turn around, or should I go explore it?”

I’m not sure why I walked this way or gave myself these choices

But the woods were calling to me, and I listened to their voices

Hope was there when no one was

It saved my life — that’s what it does

I hear rocks scraping below me

I see the water rise up above me

I want to escape my boundaries

I am a traveling anchor

Look — the world is ending

Just bleed, your wounds aren’t mending

I know my transcripts are nothing to choke on your hot coffee over, but please know that my grades are not a reflection of my capabilities but more a reflection of my circumstances at the time.

Nothing is created if something isn’t lost

Because, when energy is spent, it’s coupled with a cost

The sculptors of the city were the only ones with choices, and since they spoke for us, they silenced all our voices. We trusted what they told us though — it’s hard to understand. We just never thought to question the leaders of our land ...

You have six strings to play with, six strings to leave your mark

Each one serves a purpose, but they all light the dark ...

It only comes at night, when the sun has said goodbye, and the clouds have hid the stars so well I cannot find the sky ...

My mom died on the fourth day of September 17 years ago. Meeting death taught me a lot of lessons. Some of them, right away — others, I am still learning ...