Rii Pierce
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(She/her.)Words have inexplicable power. ONE word has the power to change any situation just as quickly as it takes to form. Words are a gift. We share our stories, express our heart, shape lives…”I write to unravel the knots in my throat.”
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On Writing
I’ve done so much research and digging into what it takes to become a successful author. Whether it be blogging, journalism, novels, memoirs, what have you, I’ve read extensively about it. And I still have no clue what I’m doing or how to do it. Obviously, this is a major procrastination tactic from doing the actual writing. What if I’m shit? What if it never goes anywhere and I write countless novels that are left unpublished??
By Rii Pierce4 years ago in Humans
The End of Man
She stared down at the grass beneath her bare, dirt smudged feet. From beneath the ground she felt a low rumble, deep from within the earth. The ground seemed itself to be vibrating as the ants and crickets danced frantically around, unsure of their surroundings. Pebbles began to shift and hop along the cobblestone just to the left of her house and the small swath of grass that surrounded it. In all her years before, this had been her place of solace. Her home. Remembering comfort of the grass between her toes, she dug her feet deeper into the earth, trying to hold on to that memory. When she was still safe.
By Rii Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
The Way Home
It bathed them. Blinded them. The ominous green light poured and hovered over their city like a quivering swath of storm clouds, waiting to erupt in thunderous spouts of water and blasts of electricity. It seemed as though everyone had come out of their homes to stare up at this mysterious sky. Their faces showed wide ranges of emotion; for some it was sheer terror, others a mild concern and curiosity, and still more who could only gape in wonder, seemingly entirely captivated, unable to do anything but stare eyes and mouths wide. Almost as if they were trying to drink it in. Some of the smaller children were crying, uncomforted by enthralled parents.
By Rii Pierce4 years ago in Fiction
Building 24
*Disclaimer: This story was written using a technique learned for writing exercizes. A timer was set for 10 minutes, and written without an idea or prompt to work from. For the sake of the experiment, I did not read the story over once I finished writing or do any editing -- & submitted almost immediately after writing out of curiosity for others opinion on the result. At some point, I may eventually do proper editing and polishing and resubmit, possibly in a new submission for the purpose of comparison. Please enjoy the product of this experiment! I would love to know what you think!
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Horror
Pre-30 Crisis
At 12:14 on June 15, 1992, I went live. This blessed body was born to the earth and ready to begin a new life. 3 days ago, I turned 29. And the days leading up to that day had all forms of emotional rollercoaster-ing happening. I wanted to basically go about the day as any other; no specific attention to it being my birthday, no fuss, no nothing. Just another day. The people in my life had other ideas though, specifically my brother, who would not let the day go by with at least a little acknowledgement. I’m incredibly grateful for him, as his persistence served as a reminder that I am, in fact, very loved by at least some members of my family. (My family dynamic is complicated, and not in any way relevant to this story… moving on).
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Motivation
Freedom in a Landfill
We never believed it could happen to us. No one ever does. Not until they find themselves in the middle of real world horror. It’s strange how we all saw it coming, but either chose to ignore the signs, or genuinely believed something, someone, somewhere, would stop it — It couldn’t really happen in The United States of America for fucks sake. It was a gradual dissent into a situation we often read about in history books, but in 2045? That just wasn’t possible.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Fiction
Alesha
I was married once. For three years. Quite literally the longest three years of my life. I met my wife Alesha in the most basic of ways that we have for meeting new people these days; at a bar. A few friends and I were out to celebrate my best friend Jordan’s accomplishment in passing the bar exam. Most of them got piss drunk, but I sort of babysat my drink all night. I’m not really sure why, I was just as thrilled and proud of him as anyone else. I just felt a bit….off. Some time getting close to last call, I noticed the most beautiful woman I have ever seen was looking at me. ME. I’m not un-handsome I suppose, but I’ve never been one to get strange women’s attention. Generally I have to be the one to initiate contact, and I always, ALWAYS screw it up somehow, without fail. Something in my brain tells me, “pretty girl! Tell her about the grossest possible thing about you. Right now. No? Ok, spill her drink on her and then accidentally touch her breasts trying to get the drink out of her shirt. She’ll DEFINITELY assume you’re trying to cop a feel. But it’s ok, DO IT.”
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Horror
Day 7
I had so many hopes for this challenge, so many plans. I thought, if I can stick to this challenge, and write 1000 words a day for two weeks, I am going to keep that momentum going. Make it the whole summer. Make it just my regular writing schedule. I’ve been trying to develop better writing habits anyways, and this seemed like a killer kick off to seeing the kind of progress I wanted.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Journal
