Karen Eastland
Bio
In addition to my creative pursuits, I'm also a dedicated advocate for education and literacy. Through my writing, I seek to inspire others to follow their passions, to make a positive impact on their world.
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Stories (67/0)
Dragon Song
‘Gyldendal, son of Draghansle, your song calls to me. Your melody resounds on the winds as it traverses the skies.’ The dragon’s song whispers to me, and I am engulfed with future images revealed within my mind’s eye. The song pierces the boundaries between worlds. It enters my quiet places and draws me into its thrall. I fall, and the dragons’ images shimmer in and out before my eyes. My mind is quieted, only receptive to its message. They dance before my sight with twists and turns, ascending and descending, dancing to the dragon’s song, to the song of Gyldendal, my friend and guardian.
By Karen Eastland 3 years ago in Futurism
Choose To Be Strong
Death reached into my world, took me by the hand, and tried to pull me into his embrace, but I resisted. I pulled back and refused to follow, refused to be his bitch. When Death let go, he hollowed me out, taking everything I knew with him.
By Karen Eastland 3 years ago in Motivation
Those Beautiful Damn Clouds…
Deep clouds heave under such a weight and yet not a drop do they offer. For days, I’ve wandered amongst the dry red sands of the Australian outback. My meagre bottled water supply abandoned me within hours of becoming stranded. All alone I’ve trekked in search for a sign of another human being, or at the very least, a few drops of dew at dawn light in this arid land. Yet morning dew evades my parched soul, and I am alone.
By Karen Eastland 3 years ago in Earth
- Top Story - May 2021
WaterTop Story - May 2021
It’s raining today. Don’t ask me why, I just want it to continue. I live in Tasmania on two-hundred-acres of virgin bush. The wildlife frolic freely here, no hunters allowed, and even the vermin can make you smile, but the rain, the rain never came when the tanks were empty. It never came when the lake dried up. It never came when my mouth craved its cool wet intrusion. Yes, in Tasmania, the rain never came, but it is here today.
By Karen Eastland 3 years ago in Earth
The Color of Life
Soft swirls of afternoon greys dance across fine lines of evening clouds, full and white, as they carry their bounty across the blue-sky tint dressing in red shade. Pink and Greys frolic in the green leaves of trees hiding brown possums awakening from their days. Corella’s, black and yellow, fill the sky seeking nourishment as the warm glow of an egg yolk sunset, and a rising mist turns to haze. The mountains bear white snows weight and the deep reds of a sunset casts its orange beauty across the summit in a blaze.
By Karen Eastland 3 years ago in Poets