Danielle Mullineaux

Joined June 2021

8 stories

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Lost dryad working to build a temple for her thoughts in the forest of her mind.

Or keep her sanity in the human experience.

Both are true.

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Love Used Up
I realized that what I was trying to tell her was that he used up all my sadness there is nothing there
By Danielle Mullineaux3 years ago in Poets
Scent of Stars
the wind finds her rest in the branches of flowers remember the scent the stag holds starlight in his labyrinth antlers
By Danielle Mullineaux3 years ago in Poets
Ghost Baby
A heartbeat. It's the pulse that brings things to life. Or ends it. Our little clock that is in time with the world we are living in. The energy of it warms our blood to flow, and fills our bodies with the energy we absorb from its movement. The heart is earth. Blood is water and fire. Oxygen is the clean air we need to breathe to keep stepping on.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Confessions
Lightning Mother
Thunderclouds are full of tiny shards of ice that collide and wreak havoc on each other’s electrons. Since the state of electrons is in a frenzy, ice particles that have more positive charges drift upward while the particles that are more negative drift downward. Static electricity bursts from this transfer of energy, and eventually a bolt of electrons leaps from the negative to the positive side to even things out. That is the lightning you see in the deep dark of the cloud’s belly, or flashing across the sky that stays a second so you can see how far it reached. Most of what you see is negative lightning, and its flashes stay within the sky.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Motivation
Hawks and Chickens
"You were a hawk raised like a chicken." Said my therapist. He'd said a lot of other things too, but that was the phrase that stuck in my head. It was a story in itself. A hawk raised as a chicken. There are folk tales with that theme, and how once the hawk sees the sky she could lift her wings and fly.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Petlife
Dryad Ritual
"It started with fire, more fire, and then more of the same. Every conversation was kindling, every mistake was a branch of green that sparked, and the split wood, crossed, that framed it all kept the restless flames fed.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Fiction
Boundaries
When I was young I wanted things in a specific way. I always have. Always. I didn't want blue, I wanted teal. But...the label on cerulean was blue so others would likely accept the term cerulean because they could read it. If they can read it they'll believe in it.
By Danielle Mullineaux4 years ago in Journal
Housefire
Her hair was the color of the house fire, and I think that’s why I chose to stand beside her. There is something about symmetry that attracts the human brain, and subconsciously it must have drawn me. There’s also something about tragedy and devastation that draws a crowd. She didn’t stand out otherwise. Her peacoat was charcoal, and her scarf was a riot of color against the dark grey. It looked so soft. She was warm and comfortable, and you can’t help but seek that out in a situation where someone’s life is literally up in smoke.
By Danielle Mullineaux5 years ago in Fiction