Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

924 stories

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Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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Sports Bra
I should have brought my sports bra. This one is not going to support me at all. Why didn't I put it in? Too much in a rush, that's why. I shouldn't have stayed up to finish that series. I knew I'd regret it one way or another. I've got nothing to watch tonight now either. And these yoga pants? I look like a bag of rubbish tied up. I thought they were meant to allow movement? Where's my water bottle? Oh, don't tell me I left it in the car? I'm such a bozo! And now I'll be late!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Musings on Death
Death is a dark place when you're this side of it; It strips everything away. And the worst is you know its presence Because it is eyeing you up
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Stillness
Sh.....sink...stillness. Interlude introduces itself. Lightening lifts langour, Entering easier existence, Nuzzled, nurturing, noiseless.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Retreat
Sadness comes when silence descends and I do not want it here to spread its Liquid quiet into spaces where insecurity lingers;
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
The Trophy Cabinet. Content Warning.
When she found his trophy cabinet, the horror of her discovery put her in a place where she had no point of reference; a chasm where she was falling, helpless and without recourse. Her revulsion urged her to act but she was scared: how do you confront someone who you know to be a killer?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Self-Entitled God of Love. Content Warning.
Secret interview transcript with the self-entitled God of Love - So, when did you first discover you had this power over others?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Gone
Suddenly, you are gone: I have all the time in the world! Like a lightning bolt that shocks, your absence Enters me and shakes me to my maternal core.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Dilemma. Content Warning.
"Suck on that!" you fiercely shout! I raise the hammer, knock you out. Limply, you fall to the floor. Enter silence. Hurt no more.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Amelia's 'gift'
"Oh my God! Laney's on fire!" These were the words that marked the appearance of Amelia's superpower where the adage "If looks could kill" amazingly came true.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Battle
Suffocation is how you described it and so, I left, to give you the space to regroup, Lining our empty life with stillness to
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Drive
See through the mist the romantic silhouettes of dwellings Indistinct, becoming irradiated into golden blueness by Light lifting itself from its dark bed, yawning,
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Francine
They were sat on the terrace, the sea shimmering before them, the sun catching the heads of waves, making them smile with vibrancy in its warmth, like the hand of a kindly uncle, tousling the hair on the head of his favourite nephew.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction