Rajkumarie Devi
Bio
Observing the world through different eyes and a different mindset.
Walking the path of enlightenment.
Love poetry, science fiction/fantasy and spirituality.
Stories (12/0)
Dragon Maise
The small child, midway into her second year after birth, wiggled to be free from the arms holding her. She was set down onto her feet and she ran forward, stumbling several times on the uneven ground, to the edge of the clearing. She stopped where the ground ended and looked down. Below was a cliff so steep, it frightened her. She stepped back and turned around to the person who had brought her out of the mountain and through the forest. She was alone; the only thing she could see were trees and darkness.
By Rajkumarie Deviabout a year ago in Fiction
Dragon Maise
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Kilara knew this dilapidated, forsaken place well. She had visited it many times in her visions of an uncertain world she was aware she would not see in her living years.
By Rajkumarie Deviabout a year ago in Fiction
When I heard him laugh
I don’t remember hearing my father laugh. Not in my childhood. Not in my teenage years. Not even in my twenties. I’d seen him in many states. Emotionally mushy. Singing and dancing. But not laughing. Not the kind of laughter that comes with true mirth and uncontrollable enjoyment of a moment.
By Rajkumarie Deviabout a year ago in Humans
Dragon Maise
Dragon Maise The 3rd Solar Dynasty : Introduction Year 16: Kilara Aewn, a Dragon Maise and daughter from the ancient House of Danu, set her long staff into the soft soil to steady her aging body as she looked up at the sky and waited, the memory of the dragon’s arrival in the valley as vivid as it was sixteen years ago.
By Rajkumarie Deviabout a year ago in Fiction
Love Chocolate
Officer Hamstein adjusted his face mask and looked around the second-floor apartment of the detached home as his team gathered evidence. They had received the call from the elderly landlady, Shyla Singh, who lived in the basement apartment, after her repeated calls had not been answered by the tenant and she had opened the door and found the body. He recalled his conversation with her.
By Rajkumarie Devi2 years ago in Fiction
