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Laurel Lindström, Author

Original Fiction for Original Readers [Ed – Is that pretentious enough?]

Stepping towards something else

Laurel is a successful technical writer with a worldwide reputation. Writing has shaped her career over the last 30 years, and Laurel’s view remains ever forwards, ever broader and ever wider. Laurel Lindström’s taking steps in a different direction, telling different stories, while holding very tight to Laurel Brunner’s clammy ink stained hand.


Laurel’s first novel was published by Unbound in April 2021. You can buy from most well stocked book distributors or from Barnett’s of Wadhurst: https://www.barnettsbooks.com.


This site showcases Laurel’s fiction, shares story ideas and samples, and blogs.
Thanks to Paul for building it for her and for so much more.


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A Little Black Book

The credit card companies had cancelled all his cards. His wife was degenerating rapidly and he couldn’t pay the carers, and the signs of dereliction showing in the house were too many to ignore. The post didn’t bring bills any more. Those had stopped coming and now it was just legal letters, angry letters from … Continue reading A Little Black Book

Oscar: A Life by Matthew Sturgis (not a review in the end) – if you want to know more about Oscar Wilde go here:

https://oscarwildesociety.co.uk Dear Oscar, I am writing to tell you about the latest big fat biography of yourself, you, Oscar Wilde. You’ve probably already read Oscar: a Life by Matthew Sturgis, but if not do. It’s a vast catalogue of your life, a huge collection of facts all gathered together in a single volume and narrated with lively enthusiasm … Continue reading Oscar: A Life by Matthew Sturgis (not a review in the end) – if you want to know more about Oscar Wilde go here:

The White Gates

They sat on the stoop watching lazy crows hopping along the furrows. Occasional seagulls floated above the flat brown, fading into the clouds. The white gates were closed. No one was coming. It was just them. Beatrice poured another glass of warm Chardonnay and lit another cigarette. “Fifteen years we’ve been coming here and for … Continue reading The White Gates