Rebecca Lee
Bio
Writing is the balm, the escape, the solution and the sustenance.
Stories (7/0)
The First Dragon Rider
Ezekiel didn't actually like being a dragon all that much. Sure, the epic wingspan, fire-breathing and riddle-weaving were grand up to a point. But have you ever tried to manage a 30ft wingspan in an enclosed space? Accidentally incinerate the help when you had a cold? Don't even start on the competitions for best hoard; it's simply not all it's cracked up to be in the stories. The mere effort required to find a decent cliff or field to have a good run up for take off these days is enough to dissuade the elder dragons from flying entirely. What with the humans burning and building and busy-bodying their way into every cave, nook and cranny, real estate has become an absolute nightmare.
By Rebecca Leeabout a year ago in Fiction
Sage and The Book of Knowledge
This is a story about a book. Spoiler alert. Not a musty old book crackling with age in some forgotten bookshop. This is a book that changed worlds, built cities, even dabbled in poetry once or twice. This is a story about how even the smallest action can send shockwaves ricochetting through a world. Not the world. Not on a cosmic, come-with-me-if-you-want-to-live way. Don't get carried away, please. A world. And that's quite enough mischief for now, thank you very much.
By Rebecca Lee3 years ago in Fiction
Doomsday Diary: The Great Loss
Colour was the first thing to go. No one knew how or why; an uneasy rumble across the world that hinted at the storm to come. Patients from Singapore to St Lucia complaining that everything looked drab and dull, washed out like a pre-technicolour movie. An increase in accidents occurred as drivers couldn’t see green or red, engineers couldn’t identify warning lights. A whole society built on universal colours for safety suddenly sucked out of Oz and left blinking in a world gone grey.
By Rebecca Lee3 years ago in Fiction
A Path To Stillness
You may have experienced it. The moment when you find yourself in perfect stillness, or looking back and realizing in surprise that for a stretch of time you thought of absolutely nothing at all. There are many names and versions of this sensation, most recently collected under the umbrella of mindfulness. Meditation teachers tell us to focus on the breath, to be alert and relaxed, to let everything be present, to let thoughts rise and fall like waves. It all sounds so peaceful and quiet.
By Rebecca Lee3 years ago in Psyche
The Various Moods of Valentine's
To Valentine or not to Valentine, that is the question. This day's playlist is a delicate one. For some, Valentine's brings up golden memories of glitzy gifts and gorgeous getaways, for others it's a reminder that they haven't gotten flowers since that time in high school when a plastic rose cost less than lunch. In such polarising times as these music comes to the rescue.
By Rebecca Lee3 years ago in Beat
