Anna Dimitrakopoulos
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Dragon Rift
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Legend had it that they were the first creatures to appear through the rift, storming through a ring of fire shortly after the event horizon had formed over the valley terrifying the world. Life as we knew it came to an end.
By Anna Dimitrakopoulos2 years ago in Fiction
For the love of dog
“Get yourself a dog” they said. “You will love it” they said. The truth is that I am still not sure why I was so resistant at the time. We had dogs as pets in our family growing up – as well as a menagerie of other animals. Both my parents had pet dogs growing up, so it was a normal part of family life. I was now living on my own, out of the family home and my resistance to a pet lasted all of two years until I found him. He stood amongst his sleeping pack and watched me as I moved closer to see him better. Still, I was resistant, and it took another three days before I went back with my sister and her kids to take another look. The pack was let loose, running away from us looking for some way to escape. This one, the one that had eyed me from three days earlier, came and sat at my nephew’s feet. Apparently, we chose each other. Decision made. He came to be named Charlie Boy and became the love of my life in an instant.
By Anna Dimitrakopoulos2 years ago in Petlife
Dementia
My dad had lived a long, full life. He grew up in war-torn Greece, only to be sent to another war as a young adult, migrating to Australia in his thirties, meeting my mum on the way and raising a family of four and dogs, there were always dogs – oh and a cat, rabbits, pigeons and a couple of ducks – there were always animals. It was a good life, and then he developed dementia just to forget it all.
By Anna Dimitrakopoulos2 years ago in Humans
Nina lights a candle
Nina followed the toll of the church bell all the way to the heavy iron-latticed doors at the top of the church steps. Each bell toll laying down the soundtrack to her uneasiness. It wasn’t a conscious decision to walk into the church, it was more steps guided by her uneasy, sad subconscious looking for peace and some meaning to the last five difficult hours of her life.
By Anna Dimitrakopoulos3 years ago in Humans