Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

927 stories

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Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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The Old Storybook. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Mummy and Daddy had said so before they'd gone out. "We could always open the window," Saskia said, craftily.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Horror
Dave's Wish
Bethan I want to know what she means by "photos" but I don't feel like I can quiz her when she's so distressed although I know that it will rankle me until I get the chance. Did she send photos to someone else? There were other things too I wanted to know and not just about what else was on the film. What about her life? I need details. Was my husband leading a double life? I think she knows.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: The Sealwoman's Gift by Sally Magnusson
When we think of slavery in this modern age, we quite rightly look at the systematic abduction of Africans to work the plantations of North America. In fact, one could almost say that slavery in the public's consciousness has become synonymous with what we know about the plight of people subjected to that life.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in BookClub
Photos?
Bethan takes Katie in her arms, hugging her. It feels good to hold her. Bethan's struck by a fierce protectiveness that makes her teeth clench and her heart fizz with warmth. She will not let anything happen to Katie.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Sky Bunting
Look! Coloured ball in Romanticised suspension; Decorates the blue.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Missing
Katie is grateful for the reprieve. When she leaves the room, she thinks about the eagerness on Bethan's face and it makes her feel benevolent, like she's offering life-giving water to someone needy.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Closing In...
Matt Luke and I arranged to meet at the same pub as before. Safe ground. I haven't decided yet what I'm going to tell him, if anything. I think we can just meet and raise a glass to our lost friend, poor bastard.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Talk Over Tea
Katie I've invited her in. I'm nervous now. She's a lot older than pictures I've seen of her. She's aged. I suppose your daughter disappearing will do that to you.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Fire Exit
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Why did you have to break it?" Anya was wringing her hands. "Anya, don't worry! Nothing's going to happen because we decided to open a door. It must be the way out. Come on."
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Horror
Hawai'i
Celestial dart; Infinity torn by light As waves wash the land.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Fly
I journey onwards Encouraged by vapour trails Scratching stripes through blue.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Matt's Dilemma
Matt I wake up again. It's the same thing that's jolted me awake. Every time. I've told my wife it's sleep apnoea and she seems to have accepted it. She's made a comment about going to the doctor but I've managed to stave that off, for now. I don't need a machine muzzling me every night. That's not going to stop the nightmares.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction