Rachel Prett
Bio
I'm a poet and a fiction writer. I can write quite decent essays, but I'd rather tell stories of the heart and speak with my whole soul.
Stories (12/0)
The Fall of House Elias Draconis
There weren't always dragons in the valley. But then, Nora wasn't always in the Valley either. In fact, Nora was never supposed to be anywhere at all. She was supposed to have died at the tender age of sixteen--if strange books were anything to go by, and, in her experience, at least one was.
By Rachel Prett2 years ago in Fiction
Charlie's Dance
The next week Charlie couldn’t help but feel heavy when his father came to pick him up from school. They were going to the rec center to sign him up for basketball. He’d get all gross and sweaty and he’d definitely not be able to wear anything pretty. If he tried there was no way he wouldn’t get teased. Charlie’s classmates already thought he was weird because he liked so many girly things. At least, he guessed, this would help them see him as more boyish. Because boys had to be boys. And boys didn’t like girly things like frills and lace. They liked mud and sports and trucks.
By Rachel Prett3 years ago in Humans
Charlie's Dance
She was absolutely stunning. The way her red velvet dress fanned out around her hips when she spun. The click of her shoes as her partner whirled her to and fro rang throughout the hall. Charlie had never seen anything so amazing. He sat on the edge of his seat, big brown eyes wide and twinkling in his awe. It was like nothing else existed but the woman and the curve of her arms inward as she spun in circle after circle, her legs occasionally dipping out to make her look long and graceful.
By Rachel Prett4 years ago in Humans
The Three Mean Little Pigs
This are-write of The Three Little Pigs that I wrote in 6th Grade. I recall that it was a school project where I had to re-write a classic fairy tale. There are some edits just to make the story a bit easier to read, but for the most part I've left the grammar, wording, and concepts as they were. This is just a ridiculous, silly, good-natured fairy tale, as told by Bernard Anthony Dean Wolf. So sit back, have a laugh, and enjoy.
By Rachel Prett4 years ago in Geeks
Turn Back
**I'd like to start this poem with a forewarning. It's meant to be ironic. It's meant to portray a certain mindset and to negate that mindset, because why would you ever stand still, unmoving and unchanging? If you relate or have had these thoughts, I beseech you, please seek help. It isn't okay and you are worth so much more than you know. Take it from someone who had to be there to know, to write these words: you are enough. You will be okay. And you deserve better.**
By Rachel Prett4 years ago in Poets
