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 (348/0)
Memory Lane
The city break had been Tracy's idea and while Ray would have preferred to spend the time loafing at home or pottering about, fulfilling the never-ending list of household chores and DIY fixes that an older home required, he knew that keeping her happy meant less hassle for him and so, he complied.
By Rachel Deeming11 days ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: Flappy Investigates by Santa Montefiore
I bought this book for my mum for Christmas and I could tell by the way that she halfheartedly thanked me that it was something which she had already read and something that she had not thoroughly enjoyed. Far be it from me to judge a book by its cover but I did with this one, in my bid to find something that would be well received, and plumping for this because of the tagline on the front: Fabulously fun and gorgeously gossipy.
By Rachel Deeming15 days ago in BookClub
The Foster Parents
Eddie was sat on his own, waiting. He didn't like living here. He didn't want to go back where he came from either. When he watched TV, he saw families and they were always really smiley, eating tasty food and their houses looked nice. It was a fantasy world. He dreamed of being part of that some day. He'd never known a life like that.
By Rachel Deeming22 days ago in Fiction
Surrounded by Love
It had been weeks now since they had split and Milly was feeling the pain of it still. She had felt like this was it: The One. She had allowed her imagination to drift into shared space, weddings, family dinners. She had finally thought that she was part of a collective: Milly and Mark. The alliteration even had a nice feel, like they belonged together.
By Rachel Deeming22 days ago in Fiction
The Mother Buffer
"Mum, can I stay in town after school? Me and my mates are going to play football on the field for a bit." Jo thought about this. They were going away the next day which meant that she had packing to do and she really ought to make sure that all of the washing was done. Dinner, of course, needed to be cooked and then the washing up and the loading of the dishwasher. They had run out of milk so she had get that. She could really do with going home and getting on with things. She would leave work for school pick up and then it wouldn't be worth her going home because by the time she'd got home, she'd need to leave again. She'd be best to just hang around town and kill some time. Time that she didn't have. She supposed at least she would be able to get the milk from the supermarket on the main street. If she remembered. It might be nice to have a moment to herself although as she was thinking it, she knew that she would rather have that moment after everything that needed to be done was done. It would just be delaying the inevitable hurried rushing that awaited her.
By Rachel Deeming22 days ago in Fiction