ANITA RACHELLE
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Stories (16/0)
Just a Minute, Piggy!
1:30pm: Mina sat still, eyes glued to the courtroom clock’s Roman numerals, ready for whatever judgement a group of strangers felt compelled to throw. She licked her lips, feeling the lipstick dry out, wishing she had put on a more moisturizing lip-balm instead. As one jury member stood to announce the verdict, Mina flashed back to the unfortunate morning she found herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
By ANITA RACHELLE7 days ago in Fiction
Before and After Beast
I’m not sure why I disappeared like that except to say I needed a little space. He was giant, the four-legged monster that threatened to invade my privacy at all times. Of course, I realize I was made to be his friend, but the power of his love for me was overbearing. That’s what brings me here to write my story (but adjacently his too, because I wouldn’t be me, without him).
By ANITA RACHELLE3 months ago in Fiction
Fight for the Blue and Yellow
Ukraine – my parents’ homeland, a place I came to love over years visiting its blue skies and yellow fields, now the victim of a war that has not ceased and a nation of people who will not stop to defend their freedom. Never has war held such personal impact while the contrast made so vividly stark between my life here in the U.S. and the lives of relatives and friends in Ukraine.
By ANITA RACHELLE2 years ago in Humans
New Life Anonymous
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By ANITA RACHELLE2 years ago in Fiction
The Pond
Oona ogled at the image and fought back tears of nostalgia threatening to thaw a recently secured icy exterior. The ducks were present on the same lake they escaped from the previous winter. Their bodies plumper from a season south and hard-billed faces impenetrable to any real ego threats. They just existed, without over-analyzing their lives, waddling from one moment to the next. How she, alongside Jerry, envied the birds when they first laid eyes on them in the summer sun. Months later, they wondered where the ducks had flown when the water froze and became incompatible for their feathers and palmate. Jerry taught her the word “palmate,” just as he transferred to her all he had learned during his brief stints at NYU and Columbia, like an open palm.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Fiction
Moleskine and Jam
Carla had scoured every stationary shop in Biars-sur-Cère for the simple yet durable pocket notebook she had come to rely upon in her almost decade of literary prowess: a 9x14 cm. dotted hard cover easily stowable at a moment’s notice into her grandfather’s dilapidated Italian leather messenger bag she refused to replace despite years of judgmental eyes.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Families
Athena
Athena had been minding her own business, ruffling her feathers and preparing for her nightly flight, which usually resulted in a mouse or two for her succulent consumption. This evening, her tastebuds felt particularly picky and lizards at the steps of the Parthenon seemed a more challenging object of prey with their slithery speed and evasiveness. Perhaps not as appetizing as her normal dinner, but if she caught several, her protein intake might equal one rodent. She peeked through her perch, in the canopy of what the tourists called the Sacred Olive Tree, to envision her precise flight route towards the approximate area in which the reptiles might soon see their downfall. Deep in concentration, she did not notice the group of young boys who had congregated under the tree, shaking its branches, intent on their own objective in acquiring a few of its ripe olives for their midnight snack.
By ANITA RACHELLE3 years ago in Futurism