Raistlin Allen

Joined October 2020

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Double Life. Winner in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
I kneel with my eye pressed to the little circle of light, watching. On the old formica countertop there are two glasses of wine, a couple of paper plates on which cold pizza sits, congealing. There's low music playing from a record player. It's out of sight, but from the way it skips, making that whispering, slithering sound every third turn, I know it's the old one you used to have in your office, the one you said you sold to a work friend. To think it was here all this time, regaling the nights you spent without me! Didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie?
By Raistlin Allen2 months ago in Fiction
finding the words
this is the game we play, my words and I: they hide, and I seek. describe me, I beg, pressing a hand to my antagonistic aching chest.
By Raistlin Allen2 months ago in Poets
the abyss gazes back. Runner-Up in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
breath frigid, stillborn; beyond the tattered veil a face like yours, but not.
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Poets
shiver
rustling like the shells of discarded dead insects, your nails on my skin.
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Poets
(let there be) light
Moths aren't built for artificial light, which is why they slam their fragile, powdery bodies against the white hot glass of my LED lantern autumn
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Poets
Becoming
I was born with stories in my bones. Before I could read, I'd flip the pages of books for hours, staring. Before I could write, I would scrawl wild black squiggles on white paper, imagine a tale between the madding lines.
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Humans
Dawn & the Fourth Wall. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
The knock at the door shatters into my consciousness like breaking glass, making me sit up fast and grope around with wide eyes like I'm a blind person being robbed.
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Fiction
chiaroscuro
As a kid I lived in books in the words between the lines I loved the characters with souls that crook’d- neither devils nor heroes, but harder to define.
By Raistlin Allen3 months ago in Poets
the reaping
all that’s living, come to die, explosion of fire under woodsmoke sky
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
time of dying. Winner in Falling Leaves Challenge.
in one woodsmoke breath summer dismembers itself, raining shards of flame.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
Equinox
It’s getting colder and harder to wake. the trees release their leaves and the neighbor’s chimes clang across the street when I find
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
Anyone, In The Right Light. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
The windows of the small coffee shop were clouded with condensation, so that the cars and people passing outside were blurred outlines on the opposite side of the glass.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Fiction