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Dolly and the doll
As the figure went to disappear through the gate, Dolly, watching from behind a bush, gasped. She could see what he held, she thought, and despite her fear at being discovered, had followed him to find his lair and report him. She was no hero but she was a budding detective.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
What does a killer look like?. Top Story - August 2023. Content Warning.
My eldest son was born three months early at 28 weeks. He weighed 3 lbs 1oz. He was in the neonatal unit for 10 weeks before he was big enough and strong enough for us to bring him home. In those 10 weeks, I visited him every day, stayed with him and then, left him every night. Every morning, as soon as I awoke, I would call the nurses to see what sort of night he had. My slumber, if it came, was always restless. Nurses administered treatments to him while I was there and while I was not. I trusted them implicitly because I had to. It was incredibly hard to have my fragile baby boy cared for by strangers. But I had to believe that those nurses had his best interests at heart and would administer care with attention and forethought.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Criminal
The Books That Moved Me (Vol.1)
I, like most writers, have read a lot of books. But there are few five star reads in my back catalogue. Very rarely as both a reader and a book reviewer have I dished out the ultimate accolade. That's not to say that there aren't a lot of wonderful books out there, because there are. But to really earn a five star review, for me, it has to move me.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in BookClub
An Unexpected Surprise from Nature
Please excuse the picture but it is apt for the poem as Nature decided to play a prank on me last night and so, I thought I'd write about it. I have used limericks as I like their rhythm and they lend themselves to being read out aloud as well as being the most humorous of verse, in my opinion.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The Cabin Boy and the Rat
So, there we are. I'm tucked up nicely in the cabin boy's pocket when the Captain tells us we're going to be thrown off the ship! I've seen this before - crew member is forced to walk this plank, off the side of the ship and into the deep blue yonder. And is never seen again.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Ball
Ella was desperate to remove her restrictive silk gown. Feeling the tightening grip of the corset around her midriff day-in day-out was like constantly being gripped by a giant lobster's claw, being pinched and unable to squirm away. And the rustling! Every movement she made elicited a small sound, like someone crumpling tissue paper. It was like water torture. But the worst was that she hated it when she had to parade around like this. These events were so stuffy and stifling in so many ways! And so stilted and pretentious, everyone scrutinising everyone else and commenting on what they are wearing, how they look, whether they are beautiful or not, who will capture the Prince's eye. She took a deep breath to suppress her irritation. The time was dragging and made worse by her discomfort. She couldn't wait until later that evening when she could go to the Ball.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
