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A Mountain View. Content Warning.
"Why have you brought me here?" Julia stood in front of the window and looked at the amazing view. The mountains were just breaking the early morning haze and their outlines were hesitating to show themselves but gradually, in the warmth from the sun, they were revealed. Snow striped the steep sides and the lake's milky green contrasted with the slopes' solid greyness.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Day. Content Warning.
As she rounded the corner, she was met with a face that was just like hers. But Amy could sense that this woman's spirit was different. There was a cautious wariness to her, like she'd been wounded again and again and not all of the scars were sealed or healed. With every movement, she looked cowed.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A Shocking Discovery
I was a little startled to discover her secret. Everyone has secrets, I know, and everyone is entitled to them. I mean, she doesn't know everything about me. Not too many skeletons in my closet but if you slammed the door, some bones would surely rattle!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Trail of the Snail. Content Warning.
I dedicate this story to Charlie. *** Just at the moment that you're born, so is a snail. And so begins a relentless pursuit, a race between molluscs and mammal. Snails may look like they are aimless meanderers but this is not the case. In truth, they are the harbingers of death, and their trails, whilst seemingly random, all lead to one person: the person to whom they have been linked from the day of their arrival on Earth.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods
It's always telling how good a book is if you are able to read it quickly and that was the case for me and The Lost Bookshop. It was a really nice novel, which in itself, sounds like a fatuous and trite assessment of something which doesn't really have a lot about it at all.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in BookClub
The Rubbish Collector. Content Warning.
The task ahead of him was mountainous. Literally. He was not alone in it, there were others, but something about the environment made him feel the loneliness of his existence, like he was a speck on the earth. He always felt like this here.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A Day Off School. Content Warning.
He left his bike leaning on the rusty sign as the ocean boomed below him. The sea mirrored his inner emotions: angry, salty, erosive, powerful. Coming here was a solace. Something about the inevitability of the motion, the relentless, enduring push and pull grounded him and helped him to grasp life again and sort it into its relevant parts.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
I'm not going to lie to you: I was filled with many reservations before starting this book, recommended to me as it was by a friend who, having been lured into it by people around her, found that it lacked a certain something for her. My vision of my reading was one of endurance, where I had to try and get through it for her sake so that we could then tear it apart and examine its parts in a derisory and scathing manner for our own amusement. In the context of the action of the book, this is quite apt.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in BookClub
Publish or Perish. Content Warning.
"Why are you playing this cruel game? Just give me my son back!" She was dazed as she sat at a desk in a room which was all black. The laptop in front of her cast meagre light. She knew someone else was with her because she caught glimpses of movement in her peripheral vision.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Philosophical Musings of a Homeless Man. Content Warning.
When I think back to those times when I was needed, it is with a sense of deadness. I can't let my emotion in otherwise it will drown me, like it has in the past. It leaves me floundering in its force and its relentlessness, gulping and gasping. I struggle to face its onslaught. It's always present, at the periphery of my consciousness. It's waiting to find its way in.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
