Leeza-Bridget Cooper
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Poet, scribe, and conjurer of stories and film; a seeker of nostalgia, the vintage, and the fleeting wonder, shaping words and visions, holding the sacred key to worlds only a true artiste can create.
Stories (29)
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The Lost Lake of Souls
Vivian gathered her long silk dress into her hands and made her way down to the lake. Once there she walked around its grassy edge peering into its depths, silent and still other than the occasional dragonfly landing gently on its surface and creating ripples which slid across the face of the lake disappearing into the unknowable. Observing them, she thought about what she was about to do to her lover.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
A battle, an Owl, and The Elysian Fields of Lost Hope.
He opened his eyes, a brilliant white owl flying overhead, hearing susurrations, its wings still upon evening air, lighting the dark, a bold coruscating candle, The Owl illuminated every chasm, his soul hiding, lurking in the shadows; the more he reflected, the more he pondered; Why aren’t I like that wise old bird?” ... how does one seek to expose their darkest secrets whilst maintaining a stoic façade?
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Poets
Betty The Bird Woman
I’ve always been an avid reader and writer. The walls in my childhood home were covered with beautiful leather-bound books, and even our old wooden staircase was a shrine to every genre of book. The wonder of books is that they remind you that you’re not alone in this world. You can float to other lands, transform yourself anywhere, lose yourself in a character, and share in others’ experiences. Every genre delivers an exciting burst of wonder and everlasting potency in the mind of the reader.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Humans
Freyja's Falcon Feathered Flight
Perhaps it was the Captain coming back from the cockpit, or perhaps it was the naughtiness of the moment that made Rani feel a sudden and irrepressible need for sex, for the touch of sensuality, perhaps even some pain to extenuate the unexpected erotic experiences. There was no doubt that this beautiful Persian-born woman was in grave danger of being overwhelmed by her mischievous thoughts and her carnal desires.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Fiction
