Bella Nerina
Bio
Writer.
Achievements (1)
Stories (7/0)
- Second Place in The Mystery Box Challenge
Drone in DeepwaterSecond Place in The Mystery Box Challenge
1894 In Deepwater, the night was reserved for idle contemplation. While the frogs croaked and the crickets chittered and the thick, dark water lapped against the reeds, Sadie lit a candle and her husband, Frank, smoked a pipe.
By Bella Nerina4 months ago in Fiction
Nightburn
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. But when they came, it was as though the town knew nothing else. The Valley lived in a wound between the mountains. There was a pain that hushed through the plains; it seemed to form in a cold, white mist, stark against the soft green grass, the deep, bruising purple of the Valley’s famous lavenders. It rapped on the windows of the squat, wooden houses, misting those warm pockets of glass until a face could hardly see out. Not that the villagers wanted to look when the mist crawled over the town; they snapped their curtains shut, locked their doors tight, bundled in their homes under candlelight.
By Bella Nerina10 months ago in Fiction
Plead with the Fishes
April 15th 2:34 am “Papa!” Harvey Sawyer woke, drowning. The water so ice-cold it felt as though it cut through his skin like glass. He was submerged from the neck down; as he awoke, with a gasp - the water slicing along his throat – his eyes flew open, but there was only darkness.
By Bella Nerina11 months ago in Fiction
Your Life Isn't Over, You're Twenty Three
I’m supposed to be writing. Instead, I grip the sink and heave gasping breaths, head bent to avoid my own reflection. If I look up I’ll see myself standing there, doing nothing, being nothing. I heave in, heave out. And each heavy breath is another second lost.
By Bella Nerinaabout a year ago in Psyche
Grounded Dreamer, Realistic Idealist.
A child is born. At a certain time, on a certain day, in a certain place. Why can’t that mean something? Astrology is a funny thing. For some, it’s a lifeline; for lost, trouble souls, those who feel unknowable, filled with a deep, gaping void. Around them is only more unknown – empty eyes, empty faces, filled with that same void. So they look to the stars for answers. The position of the moon, the orbit of the planets.
By Bella Nerina2 years ago in Humans
