Raistlin Allen
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You Got Read!
As soon as Elle opened her eyes to the web-infested rafters above her, she knew something was wrong. Where am I? She slowly got up. There were tires propped against the wall beside her, bales of rotting hay strewn about the floor. Light was shining everywhere through the broken slats, striping the barren space around her with sun. It hurt her eyes, and her head pounded.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
No One Goes to Ireland For the Food
When I saw this challenge I was initially offended. I don’t have the money to travel all over, and I don’t have relatives who taught me amazing dishes from their home countries. Even if I did, I don’t cook, and I’ve only been out of the Americas twice, to the same place. That place being Ireland, the land of my father’s roots.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Feast
The Beacon
Em woke to the light, as always. She got to her feet shakily, reassessing her surroundings. Nothing new. Grey skies tinted by the constant falling of ash all around. The ground was cracked and warm to the touch, red-brown rock and clay for miles in each direction.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
To Find Your People, Create The Thing You Want To Consume
From an early age, my number one passion was writing. I loved to construct stories and fill them with characters. I loved how putting words on a page allowed me to express myself in a way I, a heavy introvert, could never seem to do in day-to-day life, face to face with others. Over the years, I’ve written several fiction manuscripts and a not-inconsiderable mountain of poetry. I’ve also journaled for periods of years at a time. And though I’ve tried to secure an agent for some of my writing- hell, I even self-published a trilogy under a different name that no one read - I’ve never been able to make reliable money writing doing it. Not uncommon for an author, I know, especially if you're considered 'niche.'
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Journal
Paint It Black
“Sometimes, you have to get angry to get things done” - Ang Lee It started with anger. I was a blocked writer working at a day job that didn’t pay a lot but still paid more than anything I’d ever done. I had spent my life doing the bare minimum to please outer expectations while trying to pursue my own inner dreams. But somewhere along the line, those dreams got quieter and I got more tired. The only thing consistent was the guilt, screaming at me the whole time: you will be a total failure if you give up on art. Otherwise, what’s all this been for?
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Journal
