Deborah Robinson
Bio
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
Stories (73)
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Cupid's Day Off.
‘Ugh!’ I grunted. ‘Another request. Does it ever end?’ My email pinged, letting me know that another mortal had made a wish. I already knew what it would contain – the emotional outpouring of some sad soul desperate for love. How finding ‘the one’ would make life complete...The gods gave me the role of matchmaker for their own amusement, not caring how draining it would be, and certainly not caring how stupid I felt wearing these baby-sized wings, and carrying that stupid child’s bow and arrow set! They found it funny. I found it degrading.
By Deborah Robinson11 months ago in Fiction
Please, can we stop victim blaming?
A Memory I was about 15 years old when a friend confided in me that an adult male, in a position of trust, had made inappropriate advances towards her; but when she told her mother, instead of reassuring her, and promising to address the incident, she said to her daughter, 'And what did you do to encourage him?'
By Deborah Robinson4 years ago in Humans
Why I Can't Relax
I Just Can't! Unless I'm sick, of course, and then I just sit around fretting about the things I need to do. The problem is, I am a very restless person: I cannot just sit and watch television. I have to be browsing on my phone (sorry, I know, I'm awful), draw, do a wordsearch, work on my online shop... If people talk about a new drama, or a Netflix series, I just nod politely until they change the subject. I'm not sure I even know what Netflix is! I just cannot commit to a series of hours where I have to sit still and concentrate. I'm too fidgety, and there are too many other things I could be doing (like writing this article!)
By Deborah Robinson4 years ago in Psyche
