Raistlin Allen

Joined October 2020

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Dawn & the Fourth Wall. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
The knock at the door shatters into my consciousness like breaking glass, making me sit up fast and grope around with wide eyes like I'm a blind person being robbed.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Fiction
chiaroscuro
As a kid I lived in books in the words between the lines I loved the characters with souls that crook’d- neither devils nor heroes, but harder to define.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
the reaping
all that’s living, come to die, explosion of fire under woodsmoke sky
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
time of dying. Winner in Falling Leaves Challenge.
in one woodsmoke breath summer dismembers itself, raining shards of flame.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
Equinox
It’s getting colder and harder to wake. the trees release their leaves and the neighbor’s chimes clang across the street when I find
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Poets
Anyone, In The Right Light. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
The windows of the small coffee shop were clouded with condensation, so that the cars and people passing outside were blurred outlines on the opposite side of the glass.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Fiction
new haven
I keep having this dream; let me tell you about it. . I am halfway down a city sidewalk, dusk dwindling to dark, and the heat from the street lamps warms my back.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Poets
Two Secrets & A Sunset. Top Story - August 2025.
Ingrid spent fourteen straight days holding it under until the grief took her out. She was in the bus shelter on Forest and Elm, the pre-dawn light filtering down through the sky with the infinitesimal flecks of rain that tapped their way over the roof. On the wall beside her, an advertisement for someone's tutoring services, three contact tabs torn roughly off at different points; the same humidity-crinkled missing poster that's been haunting the news all year. Some missing heiress: Beautiful, of course, done up in pearl earrings and necklace. White, of course, or they would've stopped offering rewards long ago.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Fiction
the green room. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
the room is green, the light is changing, the carpet like moss dappled with the sunlight coming through the screen. . someone is there with me:
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Poets
Doppelgänger
Bryan is bulleting down the road in the pitch dark when the man steps out in front of his car. Only one of his headlights is working, and by the time the figure, crossing from the opposite side, is lit up in its dull beam it is far too late. One moment he registers a face- wide eyes, gaping mouth, hair plastered to a sweat-slick forehead- and then there is the sickening, meaty thud as his mother's '99 Corolla slams directly into the body attached to that face and, still moving, rolls over something- an arm, a leg, Bryan isn't exactly sure- before it finally grinds to a stop under the insistent pressure of his foot on the brake. He shuts the car off, and all the light leaves the world around him. He hears nothing on the deserted, rural road, nothing but the slow ticking of the engine powering down.
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Fiction
Instructions for Disappearing
When you leave, take everything with you. . Take your hat from the door, your papers from the desk, your dirty clothes from the floor (don’t leave a note: if you want to truly disappear, it should be as if you never were.)
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Poets
Catch & Release. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
David stares out the window at the spatters of rain hitting the pavement. The pane is cracked open and the sound of it rushes in like a chorus of whispered relief after the heat wave they’ve been having. He’s spent the majority of his vacation holed up in his room with the AC on blast, bent over his laptop. As far as his mother is concerned, he’s been playing video games. It’s not a lie, not entirely. It’s just that this summer, the last that David has before he goes off to college, he has a little more than beating Diablo III on his mind.
By Raistlin Allen6 months ago in Fiction