Rachel Deeming
Bio
Mum, blogger, crafter, reviewer, writer, traveller: I love to write and I am not limited by form. Here, you will find stories, articles, opinion pieces, poems, all of which reflect me: who I am, what I love, what I feel, how I view things.
Stories (360/0)
Alice through the Looking Glass
Some violence The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Which wasn't surprising as I wasn't there. Neither in front of the mirror nor reflected in it. No, I was long gone from there. Although, once, that mirror captured all of me. My very essence, you could say. And it still does as my killer stands before it, gazing at her image through scattered drops of my blood, red dots like plague decorating her face as she takes her weapon of choice, today a bowie knife and lovingly caresses her face with its blade, whilst gazing with some desire and passion into her own eyes as she performs this macabre ritual.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Horror
- Runner-Up in Ludicrous Limerick Challenge
The Cost of the Win - brain deterioration in sport
This weekend sees the start of the Six Nations Rugby Championship and I am viewing it with mixed feelings. For those of you not in the know, let me explain what the Six Nations is. It is a competition between six rugby playing nations comprising of England, France, Ireland, Italy, Scotland and my homeland, Wales. All teams compete against each other over the space of a couple of months and their results are entered into a table according to a point system. The team with most points is crowned the victor. If they have won all of their games, they win the Grandslam, a highly coveted accolade. If they come bottom, they effectively win the "Wooden Spoon", a figurative title rather than an actual trophy.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Unbalanced
Life Through Glass
A day at the aquarium is just what we need, she thought to herself. It had been a long time since she and Robin had had a dedicated day to themselves and the thought of the calm, tranquil environment of the aquarium appealed to her; letting the surroundings dictate the mood, a mood that would allow them to focus on each other. A little world of bright technicolour, like being in a natural kaleidoscope. Magical almost and suspended from reality. It appealed to her sense of romanticism and she was desperately trying to hold onto this in the face of a barrage of the mundane. Their love had become stagnant. She wasn't sure why. Routine? Tiredness? Time constraints? Effort? All of the above? Quite probably. But she was not prepared to continue in this vein and this was her opening attempt at revival. She still loved Robin, she thought, although sometimes she wondered if she was convincing herself of this feeling rather than experiencing it.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Horizon high
I wish I was high. Rising on the horizon Beckoning me on.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets