Kelly Robertson
Bio
Wrangler of chaos. Creator of more. Writing whatever my heart desires, from fantasy to poetry and more!
Stories (52/0)
- Top Story - December 2022
When The Lights Go OutTop Story - December 2022
I see you, mama. Your unwashed hair tied loosely in a chaotic bun. Dark circles and bags ringed beneath your tired eyes, the energy you reserved for your appearance repurposed to surviving till nap time. Your sweatpants and loose t-shirt still bear yesterday's stains, maybe even the days' before that. Even now, the laundry shoots its accusing glare as it continues to pile, unwashed, unfolded. You never imagined it could be this hard, this exhausting, this monotonous.
By Kelly Robertsonabout a year ago in Families
Tesseract
Theo chewed thoughtfully, contemplating whether or not to spit out the poorly heated lasagna when he heard the drone whizz by. Odd. He wasn't expecting a package today. He'd already received his meals for the week, and he had no need to order anything, his home perfectly stocked with every want and need to last a lifetime. The perks of over-thinking.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction
Midnight's Fall
Dark smoke plumed from my nostrils as I soared high above the Obsidian Plains, stoked by my irritation, my worry. Once again, he’d escaped my clutches, picking at an old vexation like a wound that refused to heal, a gap in my scales that formed the moment he hatched nearly seventy years ago. Why Rithyr insisted on this endless game of cat and mouse, I did not understand, but the stakes were higher now. Fire kindled in my belly at the thought of what his recklessness might cost us this time.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction
Eriu's Wish
Eriu gazed down at the clutch of stone-cold eggs before her. Another failed attempt at motherhood. Craning her serpentine neck, she gently nudged the largest egg with the tip of her snout, searching for any sign of life for the hundredth time. In vain, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself. The impulses triggered by her maternal instincts refused to see the stinking nest of rotting eggs for what they really were: a grave.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2022
Call of the Void
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Xander gripped the sides of the airlock doors and stared back into the void, wrestling with the impulsive urge to test that theory. His fingers slickened with sweat, trapped inside the protective skin of his synth-suit like fat little caterpillars sealed in their cocoons. He licked his dry, cracked lips and shifted his gaze down into the ever-dark. But it didn't matter where he looked. Blackness surrounded him, a vast sea of nothingness that yawned across the cosmos as far as the eye could see. Drifting aimlessly in the void of space, the sudden urge to jump flickered across his consciousness. It called to him, intruded on his thoughts, and dared him to take that little step. Come drift along the currents of emptiness, merge with the ocean of stars.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge
The Iron RoadRunner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge
Clack…clack…clack. Fidget groaned, body aching and head splintering like someone shoved an icepick through the back of her skull. Rolling onto her back, she screwed her knuckles into her eyes, then stared at the dark ceiling, blinking. She focused on the rows of metal rivets above her, counting each one until the throbbing dulled and her eyes adjusted to the dimness.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction
The Wrath of Heroes
Fate has never been kind to the heroes of this world. It lifts them up, sets them on its chosen path, then drains them of all their worth and spits out their corpses. A new martyr for the masses to worship. And for what? For the good of humanity, the good of the realm. Heroes make the greatest sacrifice- their lives forfeited in exchange for another revolution around the blazing sun.
By Kelly Robertson2 years ago in Fiction