Jeanie Mae
Bio
Writer of stories and poetry, chaser of sunsets 🌄🌅🌇
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Stories (12/0)
To Lay Amongst the Wheat
Hues of gold and yellow danced along her pale skin, haloing her form sprawled out amongst the wheat. Cicada song enveloped the atmosphere, a hypnotic hum broken only by the rustle of leaves in the warm, dry breeze. Time hung over us, brought to a standstill by yet another quiet afternoon in the endless summer. But I didn’t mind. I never wanted time to creep forwards again.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Fiction
The Biggest Ship
Anya had only ever known the ship. Her whole world resided between the sails, the wooden slats and the vastness of the blue beyond. Her cabin was on the ship, and her favourite hiding places, and her crew. Ma and Pa were on her crew, and First Mate, and Chef, and Maria and all of Maria’s knives for good luck. There were others on the ship too, but Anya didn’t count them in her crew because they didn’t talk to her and she didn’t talk to them. She thought that was only fair. Her favourite crew member was George, the white cat with blue eyes and one missing tooth. He shared her cabin sometimes. Anya liked him because he was soft, and he was the only one on the crew smaller than her. George was Anya’s best friend.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Humans
An apology to my primary school nurse, my best friend, and the guy I had a crush on.
When it comes to embarrassing moments there are few things more dramatic than fainting. As a prolific fainter, I know. I’m not here to say that fainting itself is embarrassing because it’s a perfectly normal response to many situations. Until it’s not… What is embarrassing has so much more to do with the situations that I’ve fainted in and the poor people that I have fainted on. So, in an open apology to those people, the very kind bystanders, friends and medical personnel, I will outline my most dramatic fainting stories here: There was the first of many run ins with needles, the time my best friend got her ears pierced (yes you read that right, my friend, not me), and the fateful incident in second year university when I was discussing statistics with the guy I had a crush on.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Confessions
Lost in Time
Gold bands of light from the rising sun emerged between the mosaic of rooftops that sprawled endlessly into the distance, moving between curved lanes and wending alleyways. There was nothing sharp about Paris. Instead, the city existed as something alive. The roll and dip of the streets never ceasing to move, the buildings curving and swaying in time with life itself. Even the corners, for there were some, held an endless kind of quality to them. There were no abrupt finishes, no severe edges in this city. Everything flowed together in an endless kind of dreamscape. Dramatic, romantic, living, breathing.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Humans
To My Long-term Roommate
To My Long-term Roommate, Boarding school is an unconventional way to make friends. But something about those first few weeks away from home in a big city school propels the forging of friendships with the speed of necessity. Unconventional as those friendships may have been, they were unwavering, a new family found overnight. When we first met, we came to realise that we had lived an hour away from each other our whole lives and never known. Both raised on farms in rural Western Australia, dust in our lungs and red dirt between our toes since we were babies. When the distance of an hour between us shrunk down to two metres of space between our beds, we clung to what we shared, our farms and families far away and a new life stretched out before us. Like most of the other girls, the places we’d grown up were too remote and unpopulated to accommodate a high school. Not as uncommon as you’d think in Australia. Countless towns were simply too small and many of us were too remote to travel to the closest school each day. So boarding school was normal in our lives, something we always knew would come eventually. But that didn’t make leaving home at twelve any less frightening. You were from a town as close to mine as you could get in remote Australia. You understood me, and standing at the threshold of a new life, nothing was more reassuring.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Humans
Will and Aliyah
Moonlight split the clouds in a single ethereal beam, illuminating the girl by the railing. Her gaze was cast into the distant night, seeming to pierce the cloying fog and the roiling darkness of the water below. For an instant the boy saw it, not from his place in the shadows, but through the girl’s crystalline eyes. The dark was something to be commanded, not to be skirted around in fear. She was beautiful and terrifying. Not a glimmer of doubt pervaded the icy stillness of the girl’s expression; no tremor broke her predatory stance. The night was hers.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Horror
Daylight Dreaming
Lola saw stars everywhere. In the galaxies of cream in her coffee, in the sunlight glancing off the stream on the way home, hanging in the air around her when she stood up too quickly. Everywhere. Like reliable friends. They lived in the sun, in dewy trees, in her sister’s blue eyes and in the black expanse of sky. Lola loved the sky. It was where her friends danced and laughed. Sometimes, she visited. But most of the time she just watched.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Humans
Beyond the Stars
Your star sign is wrong. The science has proved it. It's not known who or where the first people to look to the skies for answers were, but it's a practice that has cropped up throughout history in a vast array of cultures. What we know as modern astrology can be dated back around two thousand years and is believed to originate from Babylonia. It was there that thirteen constellations became the basis on which the zodiac was split, and the basis on which people’s personality traits were believed to be assigned by the zodiac system. That's right; thirteen. But we'll come back to that.
By Jeanie Mae3 years ago in Futurism
