Lindsay Rae
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Sometimes I'm funny. Follow me on Twitter! @LindsayRaeWrit1
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This ship was different. I could feel it in my whiskers. It wasn't the first ship I'd been aboard, but it was unlike anything I'd ever witnessed. It was grand, stretching further than I could see. It was lit with a thousand torches, thrumming with a thousand footfalls, teeming with a thousand rats. All my life had been preparing me for an opportunity such as this.
By Lindsay Rae22 days ago in Petlife
Fated by an Owl
Of course I’m stuck here with him. Of all the people at this stupid wedding, it’s him. Rain pounds on the tin roof above, echoing through the dark expanse of the barn. Faint illumination from the string lights outside filter in through the dusty single-pane windows, leaving most of the barn clad in deep shadows of blue and grey.
By Lindsay Rae4 months ago in Fiction
I Need A New Robe Belt
A bold wind blows in off the ocean, fluttering my silk robe open. My fingers clutch at the edges to pull it closed, its usual radiant red dulled to a dried-blood brown in the silvery moonlight. Other than the twinkling satellites in the night sky, the only illumination is the distant logo broadcast into the clouds. An eyeless, glowing smile looms overhead. It was intended to inspire happiness. Instead it conjures a sense of foreboding deep within my gut, as if I’ve been poisoned, promising a slow, painful death. Like that of our planet.
By Lindsay Rae7 months ago in Fiction
It Doesn't Feel Like Work
I came into my job on happenstance, as many great adventures often begin. I'd been a member at my yoga studio for about a year, attending three to six times a week. The exercise, the infrared heat, the community, it all helped with both my physical and mental health. When the studio owners announced their plan to move to Costa Rica I jumped at the opportunity and slapped my resume on their desk the following day.
By Lindsay Rae9 months ago in Motivation
seventeen weeks
The grass is green and covered with dew. Early morning spring, still hushed, broken only by trilling song of birds and the lazy roll of wind through undressed branches, tips brightening to green from winter grey. It is here I contemplate you-- what little of you there is, and all of you there will be.
By Lindsay Rae9 months ago in Families
Bunch of Posers
It's three fifteen and they're not here yet. They said they'd be here at three. I've been sitting on the step, staring at the front door, picking the lint off my sweater for the past thirty minutes. My feet are stuffed sweatily inside my boots, my hand-me-down skates lean against them.
By Lindsay Rae9 months ago in Fiction
A First Best Friend
The first flakes of snow danced through the cold autumn air as Cadence twirled through the streets in her Elsa costume, convinced she'd summoned them herself. It didn't bother her that most of her sparkly blue and silver dress was covered by her bright pink parka, or that her earmuffs didn't go with the long braid at her side, or that the tacky plastic pumpkin only held a fraction of the amount of candy a pillowcase could.
By Lindsay Rae10 months ago in Fiction
Uncaged
Most of my life I've been in a cage. A cage of disability. A cage of addiction. A cage of loneliness. As I cling to the bars of the cage, I can't help but feel claustrophobic. Steel on each side, above, and below. A trap, with me inside it. You'd think I'd be used to this feeling, of being confined with no way to escape. It's not new to me, although the cage I'd become accustomed to wasn't made of metal, didn't have a physical form.
By Lindsay Rae10 months ago in Fiction
How Yoga Saved Me
Yoga came into my life at a very important time. I was twenty years old, freshly moved out and living with my boyfriend, attending university full time, and working four shifts a week at a busy restaurant. It was normal for me to finish a closing shift, swing by McDonalds for a coffee at two in the morning on my way home to study for a few hours before grabbing a couple hours rest and then taking the hour-long c-train to class the following day.
By Lindsay Rae10 months ago in Longevity
