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I am Robin
In order to enjoy this fully, you may want to read the following, or not, as the mood takes you: And: He put Carys down on the pallet in the corner. He hadn't slept on it in weeks. He set about lighting a fire, all the time conscious of Carys' fear and wariness. He understood. She would learn soon enough who he was and why he had rescued her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Oval Door
Before starting this one, you may want to read this, which is the precursor to what happens here: *** Carys regained consciousness, after dreaming of bobbing about on a clear, blue water. It was serene, the sun warming her. She was happy to let it take her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Threat. Content Warning.
"And so our quest begins! And what a jolly troupe we are!" Argan's delight was not transmitting to the other two. Baffor was packing his horse and trying to resist the temptation to knock out the annoying little arse. Argan the arse! He smiled satisfyingly to himself at his nickname, which he would keep secret. For now. But if Argan kept on being so fucking cheerful, Baffor might have to do something. For his own sanity. The only thing that would redeem Argan was if he had some good stories for the fireside.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Gary's Break
"Gary, as a gentle story to break you in, can find something with an animal? A nice story. Of a rescue, or something." Gary listened to his editor and felt a bit disappointed. He wanted to be a gritty hard-nosed news reporter, investigating crime in the sleepy town of Hatford, not finding out about ducklings down drains or cats up trees.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Oldest Oak. Top Story - March 2024.
"I don't like these woods," Dafydd muttered. They had a presence that unnerved him. It wasn't the darkness; it wasn't the smell of them nor was it the unidentifiable shufflings, rustlings and creakings. It was something more and his instinct was twitching spasmodically in response and transmitting its vibrations to his gut. The air felt thicker and more hesitant to part and whilst his movement was unhindered, he felt enclosed on all sides.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Review
Lance was going to confront her. Moments like these presented themselves so rarely that he knew he had to take advantage of it. He'd been longing to confront his critic ever since the review of his book had appeared. And now, here she was, the reviewer herself, at his local bookshop, hosting an evening to promote her own book! What was worse, it was having more success than his.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Installation
Joan managed to get down the stairs but it was a struggle. Her knees crippled her with pain. She felt every movement. Where stairs had once been easily navigable, they were now daunting. She remembered steps of the past: registry office, boardwalk hikes, temple tourist spots.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Invasion of the Hailstones. Content Warning.
Marie was awake. Something had awoken her. She lay there, trying to distinguish what it was. A child crying out? The house creaking? Sometimes, as it cooled down at night after a sunny day, it was almost like it was breathing a sigh of relief, expelling all that warmth in one big crack of sound.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Fracking for Tact
"Well, you've finally got the Yorkshire puddings right. Well done!" Neil was pleased with his compliment, hoping that it would get the response it warranted. He was, after all, praising for a change instead of criticising. He was making an effort and he felt sure that it would be noticed.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
