Rachel Furniss

Joined June 2021

4 stories

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Just another writer trying to put the right words on the page.

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Mountain Pine
The wind swirled in an array of delightful patterns that danced through the spotless sky. She gazed lazily at the wind’s fun, a small purr of contentment tickling up her throat. The laughing breeze sidled over to her, ruffling the dense mane of hair along her back before skittering away. She shook her head in amusement. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to enjoy the rare warmth from the autumn sun. It was enough.
By Rachel Furniss3 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Pine
The wind swirled in an array of delightful patterns that danced through the spotless sky. She gazed lazily at the wind’s fun, a small purr of contentment tickling up her throat. The laughing breeze sidled over to her, ruffling the dense mane of hair along her back before skittering away. She shook her head in amusement. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back to enjoy the rare warmth from the autumn sun. It was enough.
By Rachel Furniss3 years ago in Fiction
Waking and Sleeping
Swinging. Dangling. It spins out of sight before passing by again. I wake. Eat. Go to work. Return. Eat. Sleep. It’s still there. Swinging back and forth. I don’t know it. Is it the hanging from the other morning? The swinging crane from the path to work? No. A pale, white arm holds onto it.
By Rachel Furniss5 years ago in Fiction
Reaching
There was a tree across the street, the greenest tree that you ever did see. And I say something about the green because it was the only green that I think existed in that grey, drab city.
By Rachel Furniss5 years ago in Fiction