Meli Remborn
Bio
Travelling filmmaker with an appetite for new perspectives~
"I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality" -Frida Kahlo
https://www.twitch.tv/vulgarg3nius
Stories (16/0)
All I Know Is I Know Nothing
I've never been one to desire love for myself. In fact, more often than not, I've rejected love more than I have embraced it fully with open arms and compelete trust. Some might accuse this attachment style as avoidant, and those people just might be the ones to read me with utmost clarity. It is with regret that I learn this too late in life.
By Meli Remborn2 months ago in Writers
Memorable Evidence
Reject illusion Observed by humanity Tale as old as time
By Meli Rembornabout a year ago in Poets
Desired Limitations
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Sound travels through vibration in air particles that typically carry oxygen, and with space existing as a vacuum, sound becomes absent. Unless one were to carry radio device in ones' suit, you would not be able to hear your travel partner.
By Meli Remborn2 years ago in Fiction
Magic Reborn
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. There were the fae who were the most infamous pranksters, the centaurs who tended to the land along with the elementals, and even the occasional dwarf when one ventures off near the mountains that lay west of the Valley, but never dragons. Dragons typically resided far up Northeast of the valley, where the soil darkens to a pitch black and the trees live in dormancy yearlong due to the ruptures of the volcanoes the winged beasts slept in. Their territorial ways left my ancestors that ruled this region for nearly a millennium to refer to the dragon hellscape as Fordbut, otherwise known as “Forbidden” within the English human tongue. Traveling to this no man’s land would take a minimum of two seasons because of the scarce mountainous region that engulfs the distance, only after venturing through the inexorable thick woods inhabited by colossal ogres. No creature dares take on such an arduous venture without being referred to as deranged by the rest of the diverse populace.
By Meli Remborn2 years ago in Fiction
Confessions to the Matriarch
To my dearly sweet, intuitive, assertive, and fervent mother, I guess now is as good of a time as any to confess what you might already know, what with all your passive aggressive comments regarding the subject. Yes, I smoke weed! Every day in fact. I smoke the green kush that buds off of the cannabis plant, who’s infamous tall green leaves are defoliated to get its fruits to become even juicier than how you remember in the olden days (the irony of marketing). I habitually smoke three blunts a day minimum on days I'm most financially comfortable, and when my funds run low I typically rip from my bong while eating edibles throughout the day to avoid losing potency. My favorite activity in a day is smoking a blunt either the minute I wake up (what we call a wake n’ bake) in the morning before yoga or just after I get home from a colossal day. I have dreams of smoking fat blunts from the porch of my own home.
By Meli Remborn2 years ago in Confessions
Selena's First Flight
Selena's eyes gazed in awe of the glorious full moon in the midnight sky. The effulgent celestial body glowed so brilliantly that its rays bounced onto her copper skin and danced along the river next to her. The air was crisp against her cheeks that hid inside her cloak. Despite its brilliance, the moon never took the stage away from the billions of stars that danced behind her in the night sky, filling out every detail for Selena’s gaze. She breathed slowly, taking in the cool temperature set from the riverbend. Every controlled breath rose against the surrounding sonic environment around her. Crickets seemed silent against the moving water, but her ears heard it all, including the black cat that walked its way towards her sitting body.
By Meli Remborn2 years ago in Fiction
