Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

932 stories

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Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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The Trophy Cabinet. Content Warning.
When she found his trophy cabinet, the horror of her discovery put her in a place where she had no point of reference; a chasm where she was falling, helpless and without recourse. Her revulsion urged her to act but she was scared: how do you confront someone who you know to be a killer?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Self-Entitled God of Love. Content Warning.
Secret interview transcript with the self-entitled God of Love - So, when did you first discover you had this power over others?
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Gone
Suddenly, you are gone: I have all the time in the world! Like a lightning bolt that shocks, your absence Enters me and shakes me to my maternal core.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Dilemma. Content Warning.
"Suck on that!" you fiercely shout! I raise the hammer, knock you out. Limply, you fall to the floor. Enter silence. Hurt no more.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Amelia's 'gift'
"Oh my God! Laney's on fire!" These were the words that marked the appearance of Amelia's superpower where the adage "If looks could kill" amazingly came true.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Battle
Suffocation is how you described it and so, I left, to give you the space to regroup, Lining our empty life with stillness to
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Drive
See through the mist the romantic silhouettes of dwellings Indistinct, becoming irradiated into golden blueness by Light lifting itself from its dark bed, yawning,
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Francine
They were sat on the terrace, the sea shimmering before them, the sun catching the heads of waves, making them smile with vibrancy in its warmth, like the hand of a kindly uncle, tousling the hair on the head of his favourite nephew.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Stuck. Content Warning.
"What do we have here?" The light blares and my eyes are startled. Blinking rapidly, I try to assess where the voice is coming from.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Simply Said
Simply said: I wish you would shut up. Let me Enjoy the layers of life that your Noise kills. Can't you see how much it
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Better Watch Out!
It's gone! All my life's work! Gone! I found out by accident when I went Googling myself. No author called Jeff Trick; no bestsellers by Jeff Trick; no podcast by Jeff Trick!
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
The Storyteller
The days were long on the ship. They prayed for one with a little swell so the rocking of the ship would lull them to sleep. This was their only reprieve from the prospect of their life now and what was ahead of them.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction