Lorelei Russell
Bio
I'm a writer, artist, and historian, living in the United Kingdom. I particularly favour the fantasy and magical realism genres, but enjoy the challenge of exploring other writing styles.
Stories (7/0)
The Bookshop
The bookshop sits at the edge of the last village, in the very corner of the world. Those who pass it on their travels know it to be very, very old. Any contemplation of quite how old it might be, or how a book shop could have stood in a place that did not always exist, since before the concept of a book, or even a village, came to be, causes only confusion, and a mild headache, so people do not contemplate it. Such eternal truths are not for them… Not until their time has come.
By Lorelei Russellabout a year ago in Fiction
I am Cancer
I am Cancer. Hear me… cry myself to sleep at night. If you ever come across a description of Cancerians that doesn’t begin with ‘sensitive and emotional’, please send it my way, for the novelty value. When people ask me what my sign is at parties, I try to make a joke of it. I always reply: “Cancer, the emotional wreck of the zodiac.” If they know anything about astrology, they usually nod, and say: “Yeah.”
By Lorelei Russell3 years ago in Humans
Step One
Isabel was very, very angry. She clutched her big, blue bear protectively, as if it were a shield between her and the hurtful words that Paul had spoken. It had been such a nice day at the fair, scoffing candy floss and hot dogs, like over-excited children. He’d taken her hand, as they’d watched the brightly coloured stalls and rides melt into the sky, from the lofty heights of the big wheel. Then, he had declared that he wouldn’t rest until he’d won the blue bear for her at the shooting gallery. It had taken many tries for him to accomplish his mission… So many, in fact, that she suspected he’d spent far more money on tokens than the bear would have cost in a shop. However, the expression of exalted triumph on his face, when he’d presented her with the garish and ungainly toy, had been so beautiful as to stop her breath, for just a moment.
By Lorelei Russell3 years ago in Humans
