Arielle Irvine
Bio
I’m a lover of words and how they’re arranged. Though I’ve never felt like an amazingly talented writer, I hope you will find my works to be moving and thoughtful, perhaps even beautiful.
Stories (19/0)
The Cabin, The Veil, and The Deceptively Sweet Pie
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Soon after the candle emitted its deceptively inviting glow, opaque black smoke rose from the chimney, billowing like haunted sails of a ship through the late evening air. It darkened the sky, shielding the stars, as children played in the creek nearby.
By Arielle Irvine2 years ago in Fiction
Who We Are
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Mere months ago the Washington monument stood tall where the colorful creatures swoop low and trample now. The marble obelisk nothing more than rubble beneath their claws, cracking and chipping with each landing. It was one, then five, and more arrived with each passing day. Each unique in color and shape, with their own special abilities, which they exhibited on live broadcasted television. Their leader, Signe, broke the terrified silence first.
By Arielle Irvine2 years ago in Fiction
The Return of the Night Owl
Glistening beneath golden straw and dirt, the white feathers stood out like a boat on the horizon. Just out of reach on the second floor of the rotting barn. At first, he’d thought it was snow that had fallen in from the collapsed roof. As he got closer, he could clearly see the white feathers speckled with little flecks of gray. Oleander, or Ollie as his family referred to him, stood still in the moonlight, trying to figure out what the creature above was. It looked like an owl, and he hadn’t seen any doves in the area in a–well ever. Though he hadn’t seen many owls either. Maybe one a year.
By Arielle Irvine2 years ago in Fiction
New Year – New Me?
We all focus on changing ourselves: our weight, our shapes, and our sizes. I had a “year of me” back in 2017 and it was life changing. I focused on who I wanted to be, became flexible again through yoga, wrote like my life depended on it, and ate amazing food with even better friends. Beyond those things, I grew. I found myself, if you will. I became more patient, more forgiving, more thoughtful. My friends and family saw the difference and make remarks about it to this day.
By Arielle Irvine2 years ago in Motivation
Save Your Tears
Her strawberry blond hair glistened under the old, cheap lights as her head shook back and forth, her cheeks a dark pink as her arms swung through the air to the rhythm of the music. Her spirit shone upon the room, her smile as bright as ever. Surrounded by friends who moved their bodies in time with hers, flying together through the crowd like feathers on a bird.
By Arielle Irvine3 years ago in Fiction
Long Time Traveler
My hand encapsulates the gold locket dangling from my neck as I take in a slow measured breath then continue. The low-hanging vines from the willow trees lining the edge of the forest conceal me just enough to stay entirely out of sight. Beside me, Lena, my adopted mutt I picked up along the way, sneaks as quietly as I do over the dead leaves and garbage littering the dirt. My eyes train on the bodies moving listlessly through the desolate street ahead.
By Arielle Irvine3 years ago in Fiction
Dust, Blood, Bone
My hands were meant to craft just as my mothers are and her mother’s were. I have learned to paint, to cut, to write, but beyond my physical capabilities, I was born to create. In my mind, I have always been an artist. It is in my blood. It is in everything I do. The way I talk, I walk, I exist is artistic in every way. Without my art, I would not be who I am today. My art has made me proud, more confident, and stronger as a human. It is my release from pain, my exclamation of excitement, my representation of love. It is how I share pieces of myself with those around me.
By Arielle Irvine3 years ago in Lifehack
