Raistlin Allen
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Two Secrets & A Sunset. Top Story - August 2025.
Ingrid spent fourteen straight days holding it under until the grief took her out. She was in the bus shelter on Forest and Elm, the pre-dawn light filtering down through the sky with the infinitesimal flecks of rain that tapped their way over the roof. On the wall beside her, an advertisement for someone's tutoring services, three contact tabs torn roughly off at different points; the same humidity-crinkled missing poster that's been haunting the news all year. Some missing heiress: Beautiful, of course, done up in pearl earrings and necklace. White, of course, or they would've stopped offering rewards long ago.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Doppelgänger
Bryan is bulleting down the road in the pitch dark when the man steps out in front of his car. Only one of his headlights is working, and by the time the figure, crossing from the opposite side, is lit up in its dull beam it is far too late. One moment he registers a face- wide eyes, gaping mouth, hair plastered to a sweat-slick forehead- and then there is the sickening, meaty thud as his mother's '99 Corolla slams directly into the body attached to that face and, still moving, rolls over something- an arm, a leg, Bryan isn't exactly sure- before it finally grinds to a stop under the insistent pressure of his foot on the brake. He shuts the car off, and all the light leaves the world around him. He hears nothing on the deserted, rural road, nothing but the slow ticking of the engine powering down.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Catch & Release. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
David stares out the window at the spatters of rain hitting the pavement. The pane is cracked open and the sound of it rushes in like a chorus of whispered relief after the heat wave they’ve been having. He’s spent the majority of his vacation holed up in his room with the AC on blast, bent over his laptop. As far as his mother is concerned, he’s been playing video games. It’s not a lie, not entirely. It’s just that this summer, the last that David has before he goes off to college, he has a little more than beating Diablo III on his mind.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Fiction
Leaving Limbo. Runner-Up in The Second First Time Challenge.
The walls of heaven are higher than the Mexican border walls probably are in the current president's wet dreams. Or at least, the president when Eli died. It's been anywhere between a month and twenty years by his own estimation, that he's been suspended in this weird kind of reality in which sleep and waking take turns like identical twins doing a baton pass.
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Fiction
The Dominant Child. Honorable Mention in Parallel Lives Challenge.
Though Amethyst was eleven, she was still afraid of the dark, and it was from the dark that the other girl seemed to come. On a long summer night like many others, Amy lay in bed curled up and sniffling. The more she tried not to think about the terrible things she was sure the darkness harbored just out of her sight, the more real they became: hunched, gnarled shapes bathing her neck in their subtle, hungry breath, monsters waiting for her to give one inch, twitch one muscle, their dark-furred or scaly limbs coiled, ready to pounce. She was an only child, and was thus used to weathering the foolishness of childhood alone and unvalidated.
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Fiction
Making A House A Home. Second Place in I Wrote This Challenge.
‘It looks like a model house’ my mother would joke with more than a tinge of jealousy when we visited friends who kept their place so clean and clutter-free it seemed unlived in. “It’s almost eerie.”
By Raistlin Allen7 months ago in Writers
