Eloise Robertson
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I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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Friend of the Family. Top Story - April 2024.
When people say that someone is a family friend, it usually extends to an entire family being friends with another. In small towns where the average-tasting barista coffee is served with a side of gossip, and the elderly eye everyone with a certain disdain, the true meaning of this phrase isn’t yet lost.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Psithurism Concerto
This year I am tall enough to play the symphony with my brethren, after their centuries of practice. Legend says it began with only one, the Maestro, in an open field. He crossed the meadows of his manor on a tumultuous night, feeling the Westerly Winds push Him uphill before tumbling down a slope and pulling up to greet the next mound of dirt. I wonder what possessed His mind that night. What ghost gave Him the knowledge of where to plant the early musicians that would birth more to fill the empty seats of the orchestra? The foresight the ghost gave Him clearly bestowed the Maestro with a terrifying wit and alarming sense for music which He couldn't yet hear.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Naming Colour. Top Story - March 2024.
They say that the name of a person determines their personality and I think this is half-true. What most people don’t see is the colour of a name. The name determines a person's colour, and their colour inspires their personality.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Vedasto's Curse: The Challenge
For part 1: https://shopping-feedback.today/fiction/vedasto-s-curse-the-champion ~~~ Chiara's shins splinter with each heave of the cart uphill. Her companion pushed the wooden cart ahead of him for 9 days until they reached the edge of Gois Forest, where his stoicism was beaten down by the uneven track. Each day, Lorenzo collects scars to add to the jagged pink lines already adorning his skin. The same wounds decorate her father's arms. The boy suffered hard labour to build a new road out of their hometown, so it is no wonder she hasn't heard a word of complaint from him on their journey so far.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Vedasto's Curse: The Champion
Lorenzo’s calloused thumbs trace the intricate reeded border of the golden coin. The reflection of the sun beams into his tired eyes while he kneels before the fountain. For generations the coin has traded pockets from his great-grandfather to finally be Lorenzo’s boon, however it would be an heirloom no longer. Feelings of guilt are defeated by desperation, and Lorenzo grips the coin with a steely resolve. Despair has run him ragged, stolen his youthfulness; the boy has the burdens of a man, and the scars of one too.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Minion's Misplaced Misery. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge. Top Story - February 2024.
Most would think I am the servant of a master, the person who wields me, but in truth I am neither servile nor obedient. Of course, anyone whose thoughts lead them to believe this are fools. Perhaps, even more foolish than my current … let’s call him my minion. Good help is hard to come by. The last worthy minion under my command was a millennia ago, maybe even more.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
Existential Crisis
It creeps through my peripherals and falls into step behind me, shadow attached to mine like a leech. Rarely will I recognise it until it is so close I feel the weight of its presence threatening to crush me. Like an avalanche, it hits me. Smothering.
By Eloise Robertson 2 years ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Treasure
The fluorescent light gleams across its surface, catching her eye immediately. She lifts her chin, feigning disinterest. At my sunglasses rack, she tries on the plastic frames, peers into the mirror, raises a brow. The girl wears innocence frivolously.
By Eloise Robertson 3 years ago in Fiction