Rachael MacDonald
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Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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When Winds Change
There was something different about today. Jeremiah could smell it on the wind. Its buttery soft warmth floating in cascading swirls. Warm but also clean as morning dew, rising like glittering smoke, up, up, up, into his tower tossing his golden locks playfully. It smelled fresh, the promise of an adventure tickling at his nose, he breathed deeply. From his window, Jeremiah’s whole world consisted of that which he could see. From the golden meadow down below painted with a rainbow of wildflowers to the trickling clear stream around the tower’s base, to the misty mountains in the distance, it was his, and this was his golden hour. When dawn breaks and the world yawns in sleepy contentedness, rubbing its eyes at a glorious dream, it stretches and breathes. Deep in his core, Jeremiah knew with perfect certainty as if it was something he had always known. He was ready. Today was the day he told himself. Today, I will leave this tower and my life will finally begin.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Fiction
The naming of our Sun
Before time was known and human life sprouted, before the warmth of the universe radiated amongst the stars; there, in the darkness, dwelt a lonely God. Amid clouds of dust and decay, broken and alone, he drifted. Silence surrounded, echoing into the nothingness of the void he waited. For a thousand years, he stood in that deepest black searching for the light.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Fiction
The Cycle of the New Gods
When the lightning came, the Earth visually shook. Darkness evaporated in a flash and Mexibim surveyed the landscape with callus eyes. The brown dirt caught in a forceful wind, blowing plumes of grit across the valley floor. Mexibim saw only ugliness.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Fiction
