Raistlin Allen
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Dominus
I was a gladiator when you found me. I was living in close quarters day after day, smelling the stink of others' unwashed bodies- fighting them for space. Each day we were sent out to struggle for our lives while the nobility watched. We glistened with the fear-sweat of adrenaline as the cheers rolled over us from on high. Our pain was their pleasure. But I don't think it was ever yours. You'd known too much of pain to take pleasure in anyone else’s.
By Raistlin Allen11 months ago in History
A Spell For Nostalgia. Honorable Mention in A Taste of Home Challenge.
My mom died when she was only 53 from Ovarian Cancer. I was the eldest of my siblings at 23, and though the time we had her with us feels far too little far too often, I often feel lucky to have known her the longest. I was the only one whose college graduation she got to attend. Her favorite hobbies in life were working out and making food- whether that was cooking or baking. For someone in as good a shape as she was in to die so young just proves that fate is unfair and how long we have is completely unpredictable even if we take good care of ourselves.
By Raistlin Allen11 months ago in Feast
Indivisible. Honorable Mention in The Moment That Changed Everything Challenge.
By twelve, a lot of kids have been through things they shouldn't in an ideal world, have to go through, have already had those formative moments of innocence-stripping done to them. That wasn't the case for me. At 12, I was still very much a kid. Until I wasn’t.
By Raistlin Allen12 months ago in The Swamp
School Pictures. Honorable Mention in Through the Lens Challenge.
I only went to school here for half a year. There shouldn't be that much to say. Yet when I saw the school blocked off from the roadway by a pelt of grass, grown in over the past decade, despite driving past so many times before, this time I turned and went searching for it, the lost way in.
By Raistlin Allen12 months ago in Photography
Making it Hard to Fail
My project for the new year is not a creative 'project' persay so much as it is a psychological experiment on myself. The Quest for Imperfection, maybe. The Year of Compounding Small Actions. Sticking an arm outside of my comfort zone instead of my whole body- and who knows- maybe more of my body will be out there by the end of the year, but even if it's not it'll be an arm more than it was before.
By Raistlin Allen12 months ago in Motivation
To My Mother, On Her Deathbed
a/n: This is a poem I wrote to my mother while I was quite literally sitting beside her as she lived - and mainly slept- out her last days. Maybe it's not in the traditional sense, but I believe it's the best poem of comfort I've ever written. To me, it evokes both the comfort I hoped to impart to her to let her know it was okay to leave us, and the comfort her memory still brings to me in small, everyday things. I hope that anyone who's ever lost someone important to them can enjoy it, and relate.
By Raistlin Allen3 years ago in Poets
First Sight
a/n: the road to loving oneself is not an easy one- at least for most of us. In this poem I wanted to try and capture the emotions present in my own ongoing, rocky journey to self-acceptance. I wanted to imagine what that destination would look like & the courage it would take to get there.
By Raistlin Allen4 years ago in Poets
The Keeper of the Veil
a/n: I thought it only appropriate for my second night owl challenge entry to connect to the first in some way. That being said, I still wanted it to be able to stand on its own. So, while this story acts as an extended prequel of sorts to the much shorter The Places No One Comes Back From , and it might be fun to read both- in any order- for a little added perspective, it's absolutely not necessary. Enjoy :)
By Raistlin Allen4 years ago in Fiction
