Raine fielder
Bio
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and five books. Writing is her main purpose.
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Stories (47/0)
Masque of the Black Death
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I sat lonesome and weary. I thought of all the events of the night before. My deepest fears now confirmed that I was to blame, of all the ones who have gone the same way before. Carrier of the disease, survivor that I am, immunity a blessing and a curse. On the day of Hypomone, the fall of Constantinople and the death of Constantine XI, so we celebrate the birth of the helpful, Ruin of the twenty first year. With décor and aesthetic of the macabre, beauty and of fear.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Horror
Fools and Sages
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. They arrived before I was born about three decades prior to my birth. Galya Farja was a peaceful place before that, or so I’ve heard. They say the dragons came because the people were too sinful, too self-indulgent, too savage. The Metanoia people were the ones who lived here before but now they are called Drearians by the Benin people. The Benins showed up a little before the dragons. The Benins blame the sinful savageness of the Drearians for the dragons’ arrival. This is what we are all taught in school from the first day to the last. I was raised by my father, the head of agriculture of the valley. My mother was a Drearian, and she was killed in an accident right after I was born, so they say. My father and her never married, he married his own kind and had my half-sister, Tamar. I’m a half-breed and there is only so much my father’s power can get me. I work at the pub in town. Alcohol is forbidden and I don’t mind that, we serve cider mostly and other drinks. It’s mostly just a place for all the Benin men to come after work to avoid their boring lives at home. The Benin women do not come to the pub. Drearian women do though, along with the Drearian men.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Fiction
More Like Me
The way things looked today, moving slowly around her as she rearranged the things on her bedside table for the third time. She tried not to think about the test that was forthcoming this evening. The headmistress had warned her to be there on time today, this was her last chance and if she was late again she would fail out of the program. Part of her thought that maybe she was missing the test on purpose to avoid the embarrassment of failing. Her powers were progressing, but her issues made it almost impossible to focus enough to control them. Like most people her powers were linked to her emotions and that was her weakness, keeping her emotions in check. Her mood swings were erratic, and her temper had surprised even her quite a few times. This semester was even harder because her boyfriend, Galen, had graduated and left her alone with her poor social skills and not many friends.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Fiction
A Gift for Emily
It was a few days until Christmas and Emily had yet to buy anything for her family. She wanted to get her mom and dad and baby henry something for Christmas. Her tenth birthday had been in October and she had a lot of money saved from that and allowances, nearly a hundred dollars. Her parents were at work, her grandma, who she was named after, was babysitting, and baby Henry lay sleeping on the floor. He wasn’t that much of a baby anymore though, he was two now and a terror. She needed to go shopping but she knew if she asked her grandma to take them she’d say ‘no’ since Henry was so hard to keep in line at home, let alone at the store. Then she had an idea.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Families
Folly and Ignorance
He rolled over on his bare mattress and opened his eyes to see Shakespeare sitting on his futon with a bowl of popcorn, watching a movie. He rose up suddenly and rubbed his eyes and all he could manage to say was “Billy? What are you watching?” He shook his head unable to comprehend how he could have just called one of the world’s greatest geniuses of literature, ‘Billy’. But ‘Billy’ didn’t seem to mind, he was laughing at the movie, he slapped his leg and looked over at Sebastian.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Fiction
Dear Sarah
MONDAY Dear Sarah, Hey, it’s me again. I don’t really know what to do about this situation. I already said yes because he made me feel bad for him in front of a lot of people. I don’t want to go out with him. He’s weird. Like really, really weird. I know I should have said no but I just couldn’t do it, my reputation was at stake. I am the “nice girl” and this was like the tenth time he’s asked me out. I know you told me not to talk to him, but I am not good at hurting people’s feelings. I’m just not, I’m not Karen. Please don’t tell her I said that, by the way. Besides all that I need to talk to you and the others before my date this Friday because I have an idea. Maybe if I act like someone that he doesn’t like then he will never ask me out again, but I really don’t know what he doesn’t like. We need to find out and maybe stalk him a little to figure it out. Remember when we stalked that girl Karen didn’t like and she ended up transferring schools. And then Karen made us stalk that guy she had a crush on, and he left town. I felt wrong about it at the time but honestly, we had a lot of fun and we were good at it. And anyway, maybe this time it could really help. No one likes Daren and if we can get him to leave town it would help everyone. He’s a weirdo and the whole school would be better off without him. Please write me back before school is out today. I really can’t wait to go home and get a shower because talking to him made me feel gross. I really hope he doesn’t try to touch me on our date, or I might throw up all over him. And that’s the last thing he needs. He’s unattractive enough as it is.
By Raine fielder2 years ago in Fiction
Bottle on a Headstone
Hello, I'm Dan, I live a good life with my owner, he's the best owner any dog could ask for. I feel bad for all the other dogs I meet at the park, because their owners leave them home alone a lot to go to a job. My owner has the best job, he's a hero, and I'm his sidekick.
By Raine fielder3 years ago in Fiction
Water's Edge
Cordelia felt like she needed to get to the cabin as quickly as possible. She had just gotten off work and was on her way to her first vacation in what felt like forever. When she finally saw it, her heart leaped, she hadn’t remembered her grandmother’s cabin being so grand. It looked like something out of a calendar. Dark wood logs stacked three stories with a wraparound porch, surrounded by the polychromatic leaves of autumn. Getting away from the coast was exactly what she needed, regardless of what her friends had to say. Living on the beach had not helped her anxiety about water. This place seemed as dry as it could get and that was exactly what she really needed.
By Raine fielder3 years ago in Horror
The Pain Consuming
The year was long, and I waited by the bus stop watching the blazing colors of the autumn float by my face. There was a wilted pear tree next to me and a chill in the air, I felt the sinking feeling of the world around me dying. That’s what autumn was, wasn’t it? The swan song of nature, bursting into a cornucopia of color and spender in one last attempt to get the attention of the inhabitants of the earth. I got on the bus and sat alone in the back hoping no one would look at me or talk to me. No such luck though because a man came and sat in the seat beside me.
By Raine fielder3 years ago in Fiction
Ice Breaker
After she had buried the body she brushed her hair, then put on her white gown and walked out to the backyard. She looked over to the mound of dirt and smiled. She made her way out on the pier over the lake and looked down at the frozen water. She carefully stepped down onto the hard surface. She walked slow and deliberate, step by step until she was far enough out to see the vast mountains around her. She knew this lake well, knew exactly where the thin spots of ice would be, she stood on one and waited. The weight of her and the warmth of her bare feet would soon do the work for her. She heard a small cracking sound and then another. There was no going back, she fell through.
By Raine fielder3 years ago in Horror
Almost Doesn't Count
This is my way of honoring the memory of Glenn Frey, who will live on in the character Russell Hammond of the movie "Almost Famous". The loveable character that is so misinterpreted by so many. I have yet to see anyone completely correctly read this character. It is important that we thoroughly see a character for who they really are, in order to correctly interpret everything else that they do. The reason for the title of this blog is that a lot of people do understand a lot of things about Russell. But without truly understanding what type of person he really is and why he does everything he does, you can't truly understand why he does any of the things that he does. "Almost" doesn't count.
By Raine fielder3 years ago in Beat