Face carved by rivers
Moon kisses time-etched surface
Protected Blue Mountain
About the Creator
Rainelle Dominique Lushina
I've wanted to be a writer since the days of Harriet the Spy. I've been writing 2 pages a day for 2 decades! perhaps I'm ready to share...
Keep reading
More stories from Rainelle Dominique Lushina and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Reason I’m Opposed to Hydrangeas and Olives
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The night air was thick with the scent of hydrangeas. They grow wild, in fact they’ve taken over the entire perimeter and are even popping through the rotted floor boards, soaking up sunlight that filters through the broken windows of the old cabin. I had intended to reach it by day, and to explore it’s rooms, taking photos of what I saw as nature reclaiming the forest from the forces of civilization.
By Rainelle Dominique Lushina4 years ago in Fiction
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.