Valerie Racine
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Butterfly on a wall
A spectacular view unfolded before Trichork. From the viewscreen of his ship, he saw an impressive kaleidoscope of colors that danced and swirled around his vessel, creating a protective bubble. It wasn't his first encounter with those rather spectacular fireworks and certainly not the last; it happened every time his ship decelerated from hyperspace to outer space.
By Valerie Racine2 years ago in Fiction
THE TIME-WARPERS
It seems like a Millenium has passed when I think of how it started; try more like a month in real-time. We were all at a manifestation against climate change, my brother Kamrul, his best friend Mizanur, and my best friend, Moriom. It was more an idea of our teacher, who always encouraged us to respect planet Earth and its people. We didn't always listen, but we agreed that the environment was becoming nuts! Our seasons were no longer the same, and it wasn't for the better.
By Valerie Racine2 years ago in Fiction
Self analysis
Everything on the ship suggested that it was Halloween, from the garlands that hanged in every hall to the rooms that hid false skeletons that would unerringly fall in their faces were they to open them. They all had been caught by it once, even Harper, who was the brain behind the outfit. The best part, according to him, was the command deck and the main party room where pumpkins shone the light with candles. Others would disagree and think their disguises celebrated this holiday best.
By Valerie Racine2 years ago in Fiction
Conflict of souls
The void... The void in my life had reached a point of no return; it was so profound, embedded in the very fabric of my being, that often I suffocated. I needed help and tried everything I knew, from therapy to yoga; nothing worked without forgetting hypnosis and meditation. I hadn't yet tried medication because I wanted a natural solution, one linked with nature, with the laws connected to this planet, unaltered, still carrying a sense of purity.
By Valerie Racine2 years ago in Fiction