Rae Fairchild (MRB)
Bio
I love to write; putting pen to paper fills my heart and calms my soul!
Rae Fairchild is my pen name. (Because why not? Pseudonyms are cool!)
I do publish elsewhere under my real name, M.R.B.
Stories (113)
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Undenied
Dear Lover, the one whom they said I could never have. Remember the passion that we made, that night under summer shade? Our fate we had tried to flee. And as we lay with bodies bare, our desire burned without a care, of what the world would say. But behind our backs was a murmuring sound, a gossip that tore throughout the town. They would never let us be. So what is it now, what reason have they found, to keep us apart?
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
You Lost Me
Dear 21st Century Poems (or what constitutes one these days), Listen up, modern poetry. We need to have “the talk.” I don’t mind obscurity. I can think outside the box, and the shipping container in which it is housed. And I will admit that I do enjoy, once in a while that is, to gingerly walk out on a thin tree limb. Sometimes, I even step right up to the edge of insanity.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
The Noah Initiative
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And even if I were not in space, still no one would be able to hear me. I can’t scream when my mind has been detached from my body. My consciousness can yell as loud as it wants, but when my body lays motionless in a regenerative chamber, no sound emits from my mouth. The only people that could hear me were the others in the collective mind. For their bodies, too, lay motionless in chambers of their own. In my mind, I could feel them staring at me and hear them murmuring amongst themselves as I screamed. Slowly, the giant spaceship rotated as more pods were jettisoned. My pod, along with another, ratcheted closer and closer to the launch point.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Fiction
