Rachel Bishop
Bio
Hello there! :)
I'm a new aspiring author/writer & I'm super excited to be part of this platform with everyone. I love to write all things romance, comedy, fantasy, and sci-fi. I can't wait to share my stories with you! :)
Stories (7/0)
Do I fly or Do I Stay?
When I closed my eyes, I saw the stars. I was an astronaut. A real dream from a far. We were getting ready to board the ship, but I got scared because I didn’t know what to expect. I feared the worst possible outcome, that we wouldn’t come back. But, I was reassured that wouldn’t be a fact. It was simply to view the ship for when we take off. Nothing to be afraid of. That we would just be making a stop. I mentioned how I had a job interview the following week? Something that I couldn’t fail to meet. Once spoken of, the women I was walking with told me to make a choice.
By Rachel Bishopabout a year ago in Poets
To my first love
Over the course of the last 10 years, I've been trying to understand my unexplainable fears. Rejection and fear of intimacy with many tears. I’ve dealt with so much as a woman because of men who haven’t been able to keep their thoughts or their hands within….their own space. The lack of trust is unfortunate. I've never been in a real relationship before. I think it could be because of that. Unless you account for the boy I dated for 3 months in high school. But, even at 15….thought it was okay to do something without my consent.
By Rachel Bishopabout a year ago in Poets
The Reflection
The glooming shadow of a tall willow tree menacingly gleams over the shutters and dark brown mansard roofing of the new family home. Every curve is complimented nicely with each section of the light green siding, covering every corner of the home’s skin, fulfilling the fine Victorian ambiance that was once desired. The swaying of the leaves give Billy a warm and tingly feeling, almost as if he is being embraced by his mother. However, for Ben, he can’t ignore the off putting grimace that seems to radiate from the home - as if someone is watching him from in between the brick foundation, scowling at him even.
By Rachel Bishopabout a year ago in Fiction