Laureen Guldbrandsen’s blog

The Garnet Necklace -- A Half Hour Horror Script

2009-04-16T03:07:46Z

FADE IN: EXT. STREET - DAY The street is in a middle-class neighbourhood. There is the sound of children playing. In the alley that shoots off to the side there are some boys playing a game of street hockey. A few cars are parked on eit...

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Becoming a Mom

2009-04-16T03:01:00Z

“Laureen was twenty-three hours,” Mom says, sipping at her coffee as she looks across the table. “That’s nothing,” Shirley laughs, shaking her head. “Aaron was thirty-four. They finally had to give me a caesarean.” Mom winces. I have heard ...

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Finding Hope

2009-04-16T02:59:32Z

Today I ask for help for the first time in my life. Today I take charge and latch on to my future. It is a thrilling and terrifying moment that I have worked towards for so long that I never believed it would happen. "Don't talk about blood,...

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Revised: The Postcard

2007-03-23T20:21:19Z

Since Mark had passed away ten years ago, Karen had done her best to survive, and even move on. She missed him though, and she wished the twins had known their father. Instead, he had died in a plane crash four months after Karen and Mark had bee...

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Crossing the Line

2007-01-30T03:19:32Z

(In response to a journal assignment from English 101, re: Oryx & Crake by Margaret Atwood.) Where or when is “the line” crossed? It is hard to determine when we are crossing the line because the line is constantly being redrawn. Instead, we ha...

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A Tolerance for Violence

2007-01-30T03:15:39Z

PROW 104 – 507 Instructor: Sophie Lees A Tolerance for Violence Deliberative Argument Laureen Guldbrandsen Handed in: 1...

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What's in a Name

2006-11-29T03:04:29Z

As children we are taught that “sticks and stones” can break bones, but that names cannot hurt us; we are raised to believe that names have no real emotional value, not to complain when we are called names. And then we are told that the opposite i...

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Tobacco Kisses

2006-11-27T08:43:04Z

the last kiss tasted like tobacco a bitter and sad smell -- Utada Hikaru "First Love" Walking down the sidewalk, my head ducked down, toque pulled low, scarf high, I catch the scent of cigarette smoke, and it lingers reminding me of you. The w...

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Dating Myself

2006-11-13T15:42:38Z

I took myself on a date, as it were -- this in itself is surprising because as a single mother of two finding the time to do something like this isn't an easy task. Somehow I managed to find the time while house-sitting, and when both of the kids...

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Revision: Morning Coffee

2006-10-27T06:33:49Z

Three and a half months pregnant and all of a sudden, the gut wrenching morning sickness had changed from one breath to the next. I had almost gotten used to the need to vomit at any smell, regardless of how fond of it I had been before being pre...

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