Melody Reynauld
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Writer of romance, magic realism and fanfiction from Sydney, Australia.
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At the End of the Day
KILOMETRE 23,866 — She was moving. That much was certain. Her body vibrated to the rhythm of the room and a hum was in her ears. She tried to push herself onto her elbows, then up onto her palms, but her waist felt like it was locked at its hinges. A thin, white sheet taped her body to the bed beneath her. She had to kick until it came free from under the mattress, her head throbbing as she sat up.
By Melody Reynauld3 years ago in Fiction
Secondhand Scales
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For most, there still weren’t. There were only costumes, velvet fur dyed green and pink and purple, marble eyes embedded in headdresses staring you down in the street, tin claws clanging in time to the drums of the parade.
By Melody Reynauld4 years ago in Fiction
Exceptional
There must have been more birds in the backyard than all the trees surrounding their village combined, Mouse would have bet her fingers and toes on it. More than usual. A wall of noise slammed into her as soon as she slid open the rickety window at the back of her uncle’s house to let some air in. The squawks and cries and trills and calls of so many different species crashed together in a cacophony of sound. The rest of the village that would have been behind the birds was obscured by the thick fog left behind from monsoon season. It clung to the air, pushing the scent of wet green grass up her nose.
By Melody Reynauld4 years ago in Fiction
Stag Night
Her name was Bambi. Probably not her real name, judging by the simper shaping her small mouth. Did it matter? She had eyes like molasses that blinked slowly at him and absorbed the lights of the pub so completely that he felt dizzy, suffocated. He looked away. His hand travelled the scuffed expanse of the table, fingerprints catching on a patch of something sticky and sweet-smelling.
By Melody Reynauld4 years ago in Fiction
