The Scanners See Sound : Writing

Luanne Rice

Luanne Rice

A Poem by The Scanners See Sound


You are probably here under the assumption that there is a point to this; if you're familiar with my work, you should know better. But no, there is n..
A Spot of Advising

A Spot of Advising

A Story by The Scanners See Sound


And the moral of the story? You can wait to quit while you're ahead, but that'll never happen, so give up now.
Inevitability

Inevitability

A Poem by The Scanners See Sound


I'm taking the leap. The first step toward divorce, I'm getting married.
The Dichotomy of One Dimension

The Dichotomy of One Dimension

A Poem by The Scanners See Sound


Quite frankly, What do we use first? Ican't work with all these goddamned distractions You can't mix Nonsense with this ..
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A Poem by The Scanners See Sound


Ilove the way the sunlight makes the grass, weeds, moss, or whatever is growing on the forest floor, glow such a vibrant green. Almost like it's ra..
The Neon Noodle

The Neon Noodle

A Book by The Scanners See Sound


Missing persons cases are rarely stand-out issues. They happen so often that even the local newspapers stopped covering them. But when people started ..
Waste your time with this, first.

Waste your time with this, first.

A Chapter by The Scanners See Sound


Prologue? What's the point?
I wonder what's in that lunchbox?

I wonder what\'s in that lunchbox?

A Chapter by The Scanners See Sound


I love Chinese food. Who knew finding some would be an omen of impending doom? Well, more doom than usual, probably.
Think of the children.

Think of the children.

A Chapter by The Scanners See Sound


You'd sooner get more of a response reporting crime to a pack of racoons, than the city police.
The Trial

The Trial

A Poem by The Scanners See Sound


The mucus of the fallen is a stickiness not easily washed away.