Rachael Hamilton
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Stories (5/0)
The Roar
Somewhere above, Leo could hear the chaotic cheers of the blood thirsty crowd. Their roar seemed to echo beyond the walls of the colosseum and out into the world; calling to the gods to acknowledge the sacrifice of the fallen and the valor of falling in battle.
By Rachael Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Art of Listening
Somewhere in a hidden wood, a garden is nestled and hidden from view. The garden’s silent haven sits quietly, calmly, as the world beyond moves in a rush of color and confusion. No human has stepped foot on the lush, soft ground since the beginning, but that’s when the realms were closer and the veil between the worlds rippled and swayed.
By Rachael Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction
So Much for the Afterglow
They say when you die, you should see a white light. Mine was green. Instead of taking me up or down, it took me down a narrow alley to a nondescript door. With as much effort as I could muster, I tried to knock, but my non-corporeal body tumbled head first through the door and halfway through the floor beyond until my...i guess it’s not really a body any more, my ectoplasm form stopped.
By Rachael Hamilton3 years ago in Fiction