Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

924 stories

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Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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The Interview. Content Warning.
She'd seen his mug shot on the TV. Guilty of war crimes. She'd seen the pits where he'd ordered "human detritus," to be dumped, layer upon layer, making the bile burn her throat.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Why do my words not count to you?
To count, the count has to be correct. But what if the trust is not there? How can I continue now, Knowing that what I count
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Please Remove Your Review Of My Book- I Don't Want It There
This is the third article, maybe fourth, that I've written about book reviewing on here and it would seem that I'm likely to have plenty of fodder from this quarter into the future; if I continue reviewing, that is.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in BookClub
Birthday Cake. Content Warning.
"I never bought you a fucking cake." "Why not?" "Why not? Who ever buys me a cake? Eh?" "You don't like cake." "Don't tell me what I like!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Chase
To pursue or not to pursue? I say, Pursue! And here I am, chasing, chasing, chasing! And he's looking back at me, wondering where I am, and I'm there, on his heels, grinning and hurtling after him, gaining with each running stride!
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Bite
Don't involve yourself with anyone. Love is designed to tear apart. It cradles you in its core Where its warmth suffuses,
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
As the light fades
As the light fades, I see you leave me; You diminish as you walk off. And I am left with nothing Save the small glimpses of us
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The Bag - A Message from Him
Disruption. I love the word and all it represents. You sit in your ordered world and look about and think, "I know this world. This is my place and I know my place within it."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Plucked
My love is like a red, red rose - plucked. Only its thorny stem remains. Thin, twisted, spiky, alone. What should I do with it?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Code Word. Content Warning.
They had a code word: Marmaduke. When Gloria read the text, "Marmaduke needs a lift home," from her teenage daughter, Libby, she immediately sprang into action. The only problem - that it had been twenty minutes since it had been sent.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Bag - Plan
"What's going on, Anna?" "They're stuck." "Who are? I thought you said it was Ella?" Anna knitted her eyebrows. "It is Ella but...someone's with her." Her eyes moved as if they were scanning a screen, searching. "I can't get a clear read but..." and here she smiled, "it's good."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Festival. Content Warning.
"Try one of these." Her new festival friend held out his hand and so, she popped the pill and waited. She suppressed the knowledge that her mother would disapprove.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction