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Let's Forget
The scene opens with a creator, the Originator, sitting at a desk. The following is the dialogue that occurs between the Originator (O) and the Machine (M). The Originator is a young man. On the desk is a laptop, in front of which he is sat, his fingers hovering over the keys ready to type, the microphone on so that they can converse.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Writers
Anyone for Dennis?
"So, what're you saying?" "I'm saying you should ask her out!" "I don't know if I can do that." Matt looked at his friend, Dennis and shook his head. It had been years now since Dennis had dated and Matt was concerned that he was still on his own.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
An Unintended Stop. Content Warning.
"Smoke! Mum, there's smoke!" "Okay, I see it." Janet tried to remain calm as she traversed a busy multiple lane motorway to safety, and could feel her jaw tightening as cars beeped and her engine grinded, fighting her all the way in its bid to break down.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Peach Sky, Cold Ground. Content Warning.
This story has been issued with a Dharrsheena warning. Please proceed with caution. He was starving. The sky was peach, a contemplative reminder of summer's warmth and ripeness; but the air was brittle and taut as he stepped outside his cabin. Oh, for the sweet taste of a peach! He salivated as he pulled his boots on. The call of the wild was starting to screech and nag, wearing him down. He had no reserves.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Love? Get knotted!
I'm going to start to talk about love by telling you how much I hate to talk about love. Ironic, no? I'm not trying to be clever. To qualify: it's not that I don't feel it; it's not that I don't like to express it; it's just that I don't really like to discuss it when it's personal to me.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Confessions
The Serum
"And you really think this will work?" Mark Denver, as CEO of a floundering pharmaceutical company, needed to hear an emphatic "Yes!" from his researchers in order to be able to sleep well again. If what they had achieved was real, then this would revolutionise obesity management in the health sector forever. And he would reap the rewards: fame, money, success. He could feel the benefits padding his life out already.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Good Neighbour
Beryl hadn't been out of the house for weeks. The ulcers on her legs meant that she had limited mobility and the only contact that she had was with the district nurse who came to dress them every other day. She was repellent to herself and so, did not have the confidence to partake in Life. Life didn't want her malingering around its edges, sending her rank, rotting taint through everything. Life wanted youth - fresh, smooth youth. She'd keep herself to herself until Life gave up on her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
