Isabel Atherton-Reimer
Bio
Isabel has harboured a love for stories for as long as she can remember, be it those of her own creation or of others'. She is a regular optimist with nihilistic tendencies, and a romantic who still isn’t sure if she believes in love.
Stories (4/0)
The Smoke Train at Midnight
The ground pulsed like a heartbeat beneath Kai’s body, travelling over muscles and limbs - across cool lips and behind closed eyelids. It was as if every nerve in her body was being strummed by some invisible hand, striking a chord to accompany the music of the cosmos that pumped through her very soul - a music that had no beginning, yet had somehow always existed.
By Isabel Atherton-Reimer2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Remembers
Worst deeds were always hidden best under the cover of night. In the darkness, shadows came alive and monsters were made out of the mundane. It was as if people believed that actions made under the cover of shadow had no impact on the day to day - that such misdeeds did not carry into the daylight.
By Isabel Atherton-Reimer2 years ago in Fiction
Song of Birds
It had been three days since she had last seen a spirit. Mo knew this because she had counted. Many times. The minutes, the hours, she had counted - every flicker sending her hope soaring, every shadow enrapturing her attention. But in the end, they were just that, shadows and tricks of the light.
By Isabel Atherton-Reimer2 years ago in Fiction
Song of Birds
It had been three days since she had last seen a spirit. Mo knew this because she had counted. Many times. The minutes, the hours, she had counted - every flicker sending her hope soaring, every shadow enrapturing her attention. But in the end, they were just that, shadows and tricks of the light.
By Isabel Atherton-Reimer2 years ago in Fiction
