Raistlin Allen

Joined October 2020

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A Day in the Life of a Salty Sorcerer
Sure, everyone needs doctors, and scientists and teachers, but what you rarely hear about these days is the stunning lack of sarcastic, semi-threatening home decor. It is this keen, neglected need that I have been called upon to fill in life.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Journal
The Juice Runs Sweet Down Your Chin
He was perfect. Desiree met Patrick in the usual place: the club on the corner of First and Main was always bursting with patrons. He was knocking back a fireball shot and laughing loud and raucous at something the man next to him said. Desiree, wearing a short red skirt that complimented her dusky brown skin, licked the sugar on the rim of her cup and eyed him.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Filthy
The Flashlight Game
The cottage on Thistleweed Lane was as close to untouched by time as you could get. Maddie had punched the address into the GPS, but somewhere along the way, she felt a weird sort of intuition take hold and she’d shut it off again once she got onto the dirt roads. Testing herself.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Abduction
The house was dark- or at least what passed for dark here, great globs of moonlight still seeping through the windows and across the gleaming countertops.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Mascot
The day the bull escaped from the slaughterhouse it was all over the local news. A pedestrian had been out walking and was almost mowed down by the creature in the street. He claimed he would have been killed if the bull had intended it, but instead it had kept running past him, head lowered, clearing the way in front of it.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Staring At The Sun
"Grief does not change you; it reveals you." - John Green She planted them to keep the rabbits out, but they brought the ghosts in.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Lights on the Sky, Blood in the Air
Halee crested the water as her jaws closed around her prize. For a split second she seemed to hover there, before thrashing her tail and smacking down into the beautiful cool again.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Earth
Time Lords
"We do not heal the past by dwelling there; we heal the past by living fully in the present." - Marianne Williamson * When they were kids, they played Time Lords.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Killer
“What is it you’re doing here again?” Layla Cross had been taken from her already congealing five a.m. breakfast to sit across from this woman who looked pained and drawn, like Layla was doing something to her instead of the other way around.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
You Got Read!
As soon as Elle opened her eyes to the web-infested rafters above her, she knew something was wrong. Where am I? She slowly got up. There were tires propped against the wall beside her, bales of rotting hay strewn about the floor. Light was shining everywhere through the broken slats, striping the barren space around her with sun. It hurt her eyes, and her head pounded.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Poetry is My Religion
“Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.” - Lawrence Ferlinghetti “The poet is the priest of the invisible.” - Wallace Stevens
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Poets
No One Goes to Ireland For the Food
When I saw this challenge I was initially offended. I don’t have the money to travel all over, and I don’t have relatives who taught me amazing dishes from their home countries. Even if I did, I don’t cook, and I’ve only been out of the Americas twice, to the same place. That place being Ireland, the land of my father’s roots.
By Raistlin Allen5 years ago in Feast