Leeza-Bridget Cooper
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Poet, scribe, and conjurer of stories and film; a seeker of nostalgia, the vintage, and the fleeting wonder, shaping words and visions, holding the sacred key to worlds only a true artiste can create.
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THE WEIGHT OF A DIAMOND
The harbour was at its most generous that night. Light spilled across the water in long, trembling ribbons, the city glittering as though it had dressed itself expressly for us. Champagne rose in pale, frantic bubbles, glasses refilled before they were empty, before desire had time to cool.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper5 days ago in Fiction
Drowning In a Sea of Sin . Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
I watched the world go by in a blur outside the taxi window, I knew that only I could save myself. There was no one else to catch me, hold me, help me. If I had a family to surround and support me, a good mum or mother-in-law, then one or other would have looked after my children, put me to bed and perhaps I wouldn’t have felt so alone and lost, needing to make such a huge decision. But my own mother was long dead, and my mother-in-law may as well have been for all the love and assistance I’d got from her. She had never, ever lifted a finger to show me any kindness, help, thought or gratitude for having given her four beautiful grandchildren – all of whom she totally ignored – and been a loving and supportive wife to their son.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper2 years ago in Confessions
Dancing With The Devil
CHAPTER FOURTEEN. YOU DIRTY ROTTEN THIEF. I was fast asleep in an old dusty caravan on the rural outskirts of Sydney. My four children were tucked up fast asleep in their bunks. Their school clothes were neatly ironed and hung up for the morning, when I’d drive them to their schools.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper2 years ago in Chapters
A Harem Built on Sand
“Like sands through the hour glass so are the days of my lives”. I am Amarni B’int Rashida B’int Salma, fourth wife of His Most Excellent Majesty, Selim IV, Sultan of Ottomani. I lived in his harem of His Majesty’s family....his wives, daughters, his unmarried cousins, and, of course, his fearsome mother and first wife. From time to time, I am granted the pleasure of his Majesty’s company when his mother, the former Sultana Hafsa chooses me over all the other women in his Harem.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in History
Beauty In The Beast
The moment I saw it, I was transfixed. Unable to move. A Colossus of Rhodes astride its plinths as ships sailed beneath and beyond.....an arachnophobe suddenly seeing a huge spider on her dressing-room mirror, I just stood there in a catatonic state, mesmerized, like a deer hypnotized by headlights.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Art
Wheels & Dolls
RAGE. Pure unadulterated ferocious vicious blood curdling fucking rage. With every stride forward she could feel the hot venom penetrating her heart and pulling her backwards towards hell. The powerful stabbing force in her chest resembled an uninvited uncontrollable demon biting her repeatedly with its sharp fangs.
By Leeza-Bridget Cooper3 years ago in Motivation
