Rylie Clothier
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Vivarium
The announcement wasn’t subtle. The election of a senator, that first speech, wasn’t something hidden from the public. The announcement itself wasn’t subtle, but most people weren’t going to hear everything that was said. They wouldn’t understand what it meant. They didn’t have the background for it. What did it matter that the new senator thanked a company that helped fund the campaign? What was wrong when the senator mentioned how much the company had changed in the past three years, and how their help showed commitment to protecting the environment they once damaged. The senator wouldn’t have been elected without them. He had every reason to thank this simple tech company; there was nothing wrong with it.
By Rylie Clothier4 years ago in Fiction
A Goal, A Pursuit
I’m not good with long term goals like New Year’s Resolutions. I have a habit of forgetting that I’ve ever set a goal in the first place, and whatever ‘self-improvement’ I’d have sought just isn’t given time. The more details and mile markers I set up, the less I care for the goal itself. Everytime I fail to meet those check-ins, it stings just a bit more.Thus, I don’t set resolutions, not usually.
By Rylie Clothier4 years ago in Motivation
Trust Thy Neighbor
Eric Sandford yawned as he looped his tie. No matter how many years he had been getting up early, he never really did get used to it. Even when he had kicked his coffee addiction a couple of years back- two years, four months, twenty-seven days- he didn’t wake any easier. At least, Eric found fulfillment in his work. All those early morning alarms felt like they were worth something when they forced him to wake. He knew many people lacked the sense of purpose he got from his job, so he was especially grateful for the opportunity it provided him.
By Rylie Clothier4 years ago in Fiction
In Name and Blood
Gardrin may be both Bonnaire and botanist, but she was never enamored by her own green thumb. It wasn’t that she lacked the magic for it, like many of her cousins; she was a natural at plant magic, as she should be. Gardrin was far from untalented, hideously far, and she knew it. However, she was practically only a Bonnaire in name and in the blood that ran with tree sap; plasma both metallic and sticky-sweet tasting as Henry- after an unfortunate and uncomfortable incident- informed her. That just marked her a botanist, though.
By Rylie Clothier4 years ago in Fiction
