Alys Revna

Joined January 2021

31 stories

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Writer of things. Mostly poetry, fiction, and fantasy. ✨

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Northern Exposure: The Schitt's Creek of The 90's.
Hopefully, over the past few years of the pandemic and generally dark times, you’ve been able to binge the gem of the television series that is Schitt's Creek.
By Alys Revna4 years ago in Geeks
Heretics! Who are they?
What image do you see when you hear the word, heretic? My mind goes straight to a woman burning at the stake, Joan of Arc style. Fire and Brimstone, eternal damnation, and all that. Light flickering from the fire onto the disapproving face of an elderly man of power, a Reverend, Bishop, or something of the sort. He watches the so-called “heretic” burn, her screams erupting from the flames, and feels he has done his job, allegedly protecting his flock from the devilish influences of the “different” or the “other” within his society. The “heretic” dared to go against the status quo, and now she must pay with her life, as a warning to others who may be tempted to follow the same path. He nods approvingly, he feels justice has been served, and his flock is back in order.
By Alys Revna4 years ago in Viva
More Than A King's Mistress:
On a December day in Paris, 1721, A baby girl was born to Madeline De La Motte and her husband Francois Poisson. A baby girl they named Jeanne Antoinette. Madeline and Francois had a tumultuous marriage, and it was widely understood that Jeanne’s father was not Francois, but one of Madeline’s many other lovers.
By Alys Revna4 years ago in Viva
Two Great True Crime Podcasts
I am a true crime podcast addict. I have a whole slew I love, but here are two I've started listening to recently that have stuck with me.
By Alys Revna5 years ago in Geeks
Whispers.
It was my turn to shelve the books again. I didn’t mind the task itself, strolling the aisles of the dusty library, but I disliked doing it while the library was open. Spending time in the stacks was a quiet refuge for so many, and I didn’t want to come galumphing in with my squeaky cart in the middle of it.
By Alys Revna5 years ago in Futurism
Dallas
Dallas, Texas, November, 1841. A man stood on the banks of the river. It was unusually warm, even for Texas in the fall, and the man had traveled far for this bank of this river. ,
By Alys Revna5 years ago in Humans
A Bloody Little Black Book
I watched my breath materialize in front of me as I ran, my throat stinging and raw from the cold air, my lungs expanding and contracting within my chest. The park was deserted this late at night, save a few teens smoking weed down on the creek bed, I heard their faint laughter as I sprinted farther away from them down the trail, trying to keep pace. The trail curved, leading me deeper and deeper into the woods, as the sky darkened above me. I knew it was dangerous for a woman to run alone in the dark, but with my work schedule it was the only spare time I had for myself, and oh, how I loved the silence. And the endorphins.
By Alys Revna5 years ago in Horror