A.R. Zeller

Joined June 2021

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A place to write - a place to free my mind.

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Open Seats
Rows and rows, so many to raffle. A letter, a number, and that's your battle "Your place is determined, don't be bummed
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Poets
The Night Before Christmas
It was the night before Christmas. It was cold, quiet, and I was exhausted. It was like 11 pm, and I was like... I dunno, 10?
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Confessions
Deviled Eggs For Memorial Day
Memorial Day is the key start to the summer for our family. It's the one time each year when we all get together. It doubles as both a family reunion and a reminder of those who have died defending the country.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Feast
I'm scared
I have never been one for politics. It's probably not for the best, but I try to keep my head in the sand. I can't stand listening, learning, or processing pain. I'm very bad at it. I internalize a lot of it and end up feeling helpless.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Viva
From The Depths, We Rise
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, I can't quite remember anything being in the valley. I just remember waking up one day in complete darkness. There was nothing at first. I couldn't feel, couldn't see, couldn't hear. Eventually, that complete numbness was replaced with the rough texture of rocks and distant rumblings of the earth.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
The thoughts I have but can't speak
I always fail to find the words to express my gratitude. As a child, I was lucky enough to be born to a mother who loves me. From day one, my mother did nothing but her absolute best to support me.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Confessions
Letters
April 10th, 1912 Mama, I'm finally on my way. I'm finally going to get to start over. Away from everything, away from life. There is hope yet, mama. Just wait. I've heard many wonderful things about New York- if you could see me now, you'd be proud. I even saved up for this trip on my own. Can you believe it?
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
Speechless
Master of words, wielder of language, conquerer of speech. I am the queen in the domain of vocables. Yet you, you left me...
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Poets
Understanding v. Toxicity
Understanding (n.): sympathetic awareness or tolerance. Toxicity (n.): the quality of being very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Humans
A Letter To The Doc Who Believed Me. Top Story - February 2022.
Appointment, after appointment, after appointment. I remember everyone just shrugging their shoulders and suggesting that maybe it was just my anxiety. It can have an effect on the gastrointestinal system. It can cause pain. Therapy would probably help, maybe I should look into pain management.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Humans
The Hungry Mouse
The mouse scurried about in the underbrush. It was hungry, desperate for some food. The mouse had been driven out of his home by some Barn Owls. They had taken to the rafters and the poor mouse could no longer live in his home for fear of being eaten!
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
Eline
Each strike of the hammer sent sparks flying. They whipped around in the air, wreathing Gosta with a dangerous corona of flame. It didn’t bother the weathered old man, but it still sent Rhea’s mind alight with wonder. Ever since the war for Ourcian had begun Gosta was constantly living inside the forge, and Rhea was refining her technique to try to attain the unmatched craftsmanship of her mentor. It was even rumored that Eline herself took on a corporeal form to speak with him about his weaponry and armor. That alone gave Gosta the recognition of a king- and it was this recognition that made speaker Morlan envious. Regardless, Rhea was bound and determined to match Gosta’s prowess in the forge.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction