About Lo-arna Green
Lo-arna is an Australian author who believes in happily ever after (most of the time) and some of the time participates in reality.
Besides writing romance, Lo-arna enjoys writing darker fiction and science fiction. Lo-arna lives in Perth and can usually be found at the beach when she isn't writing or reading.
Lo-arna is Deputy Editor of Books at The Australia Times.
Lo-arna understands her name is a bit tricky and would like you to know it is pronounced Lou-ah-na.
All The Colours
All The Darkness
Highly Commended for short story, The Rising Sun
Published in Standing By, the 2015 short story award anthology from Stringybark Stories.
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Can you tell our readers a little bit about yourself?
I have two hyper and hilarious sons so when I’m not writing or reading, I can usually be found with them. Either trying to kick a ball, trying to play Minecraft or trying to decorate a cake successfully. Three things I am yet to master.
You spend a lot of time at the beach. What attracts you to the ocean?
The fresh air. I feel like I ‘reset’ when I am there. You can find your own section and it’s like there is only you and the beautiful colours and depths of the water.
On your blog you have written a post about most embarrassing moments. Could you tell us the moments you were the most proud of yourself as well?
Besides becoming a Mum, definitely when I finished my first novel. I never thought I would get there.
Your new book is totally different from your other books. How did you come up with the idea of this book?
It came in the form of a dream and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know it’s time to put pen to paper when I can’t stop thinking of it.
Your book is about Zombies. I am a big Zombie fan myself. Why did you choose to write a Zombie story?
I love zombies. Books, shows and movies. I wanted to write a character driven zombie tale.
Do you know when your book will be released?
I was hoping for this year but a few other projects have popped up requiring more immediate attention. I have two releases planned prior. Then again, it all depends on word flow. So if the characters in the other worlds stop talking to me for a while, it will shoot right to the top of my priorities.
What is your favorite scary movie and why?
I actually LOVE scary movies and have many. My most recent one would have to be The Babadook and I loved it so much because it’s an Aussie film.
What does a typical day look like for you?
Get my children sorted for school, usually go for a walk in the bush and then write. Or stare at my computer and wonder why I am not writing. 99% of my days are spent in the clouds. Whether I am productive or not while I’m there changes day to day.
If you could recommend an author to us who would that be and why?
My sister, Kirsty Ferguson. She writes twisty crime.
You are a farm girl. What is you favorite farm animal?
I loved bottle feeding the lambs.
What can we expect from you in the future?
I have a few projects lined up and I hope to get at least one to two more out this year. And a steady line up for next year—and of course, the zombies aka Two Feet and a Heartbeat.
Prologue from Two Feet and a Heartbeat
He found his struggle with the wind
Something he never came to understand
He felt lost in the dark
Even when there was someone, he felt apart
Cause in the dark
There's monsters, they cry alone
For you to come along and play
-Angus Stone, Monsters
Swirls of yellow and orange decorate the sky; such beauty will soon be replaced with darkness. It will be easier for us to hide.
Both literally and otherwise.
I turn the music app on my phone off. I have preserved the battery on it too long to let it drain now. I pull out my earphones and stuff them in the pocket of my dirty jeans.
These monsters don’t play well with others.
They don’t even play well amongst themselves. They have no objective—none that I can make sense of. They just exist. And because they exist, we will never be safe. The world will never be the same.
I’ll never be the same.
I wrap the musty blanket tighter around my shoulders. It doesn’t keep me warm anymore.
Nothing does. I am chilled through to the bone and beyond. My very core is iced over.
I hear a twig snap behind me and sigh. I know it’s him and I know why he’s coming.
“Go away,” I say in a low, tired voice. He crouches down beside me.
“I said, go away. Please.” My voice breaks on the last word and I hate myself for showing any weakness around him—the tears that trickle down my cheeks only cementing that weakness further.
But then, I guess there’s no point trying to pretend I’m something I’m not.
I am weak. I am pathetic. I am lame.
May as well own that shit. Wear a badge, wave a flag. What—the fuck—ever.
“Lis . . .” his voice loses volume. Now his mouth opens and closes without sound. He’s as lost as I am.
He reaches out for me but I jerk away. If he touches me . . .
“Come on. Don’t do this.”
“Punk out on me. Pull away.” His voice is steely now, each word a stinging slap. My skin prickles. But I won’t buckle.
“I’m not.” I lie.
He shakes his head, laughs humourlessly and stands. “You know how I feel about you—don’t you?”
I shrug and wrap my arms tighter around my torso, anchoring myself.
“You shrug! What the fuck is that?”
“I don’t know anything anymore. Just please, leave me alone?” I look up at him now and I see it. The moment he loses hope. The light in his eyes go out and his face shuts down on me. I don’t know this version of him.
“Fine. Have it your way. I fucking give up,” he throws his hands up to illustrate this point and stomps off deeper into the bush. It scares me but not enough to stop him. Or maybe too much so that I am powerless to stop him.
Fear and failure is debilitating to a person. I hear a scream and I can’t see him anymore. It was a girl’s scream but I know. Don’t you just know when someone you love more than your own life is in trouble? The air feels different, your heart speeds up. The saliva in your mouth dries up, the skin behind your lips begins to stick to your teeth.
You know it somewhere deep down inside.
Probably because this isn’t the first time I’ve felt this way.
I see them now—a herd, coming our way. I see him wrestling with one. Agile in his movements, he takes down one, two and onto his third. I’m on my feet and propelling towards them when I notice five more move in on him. I won’t lose him too. Even if I do want him to leave me alone sometimes. I trip over a log, landing ungracefully on my left butt cheek, it corks me and I screw my face up in pain. I’ve known worse but sometimes the little pains have the power to stop us in our tracks too. It’s not a log. I open my mouth and scream so hard and so loud my tonsils ache as if someone has taken to them with a blunt steak knife in a see-saw motion.
No, not again. I can’t do this again. When did this happen to her? When I was being selfish, that’s when.
© Lo-arna Green
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