Eloise Robertson
Bio
I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
Stories (108)
Filter by community
Day of the Dragon: A Painter’s Masterpiece
A piece of a five-part non-chronological series centred around the day of the dragon. __________________ Wall Agassi encircles the city of Gallina. Nine years the stonemasons spent toiling in its construction and here it stands, towering 25ft tall and wide enough to sport three horses walking abreast. It is an architectural marvel, perfectly designed to allow the flow of the river through the city without compromising safety. The impenetrable ring carries the name of Walter Agassi, a man revered for his contribution to the city while holding a Seat of Nobles.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Bugs Of The Night, Together Burn Bright. Top Story - August 2021.
Why is it that bugs fly to a flame? I thought it was the light. We are fickle things, bumbling in the darkness most of our lives, so when a beacon lights, we float toward it without thinking. We don’t know the source of the light beaming brightly in the night, nor the consequence of following it, but the journey draws us.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Winter Offering
His fingers twitch as he taps his golden rings against the armrests of his throne. He is a restless ruler, perhaps even impatient, so Tec feels her mouth turn dry and her heart quicken with nervousness as she waits for him to speak. She wishes she could tilt her head to seek the face of her mentor in the hall, but she remains frozen with her head dipped and eyes trained on the ornate floor.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
A Bouquet of Zachigolds
It feels like everyone is staring at me. God, I don’t look weird, do I? I showered and put some gel in my hair and everything for tonight. Was it too much gel? Does my hair look greasy? Jesus, maybe I should have ducked into the barber I saw down the street earlier.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
Destiny Decided by a Dingy Diviner, Dice, and Dad
I am not a very decisive person. Give me an ultimatum between two choices and I will pick option three that you didn’t realise was there - to not decide anything. It could be a blessing in disguise, but I’m pretty sure it is a curse.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
In A Sinful Woman, They Awaken
There were witnesses, so many witnesses. She couldn’t do it. Not now. Thick black hair flowed over Imogen’s shoulders, shining in the midday sun. She twisted around to chatter with her friend beside her, causing her hair to lift and flick wildly about her right shoulder.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Criminal
Bittersweet Tower
A woman well into her eighties, Nancy has enjoyed her fair share of sweets in her time. Vanilla slice with thick and creamy filling, her famous caramelised banana split, her Christmas trifle filled with cream, jelly, sponge, custard and a heavy helping of sherry, lollipops, candies, crumbly shortbread biscuits, marshmallows, every Halloween delight under the sun... you name it and she has baked it or eaten it. In fact, her family and friends from the bowling club praise her for her prowess in the kitchen.
By Eloise Robertson 4 years ago in Fiction
