Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

937 stories

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Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

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The Lifeguard
It ain't Baywatch. The uniforms are the same but Melmsford Swimming Pool is very different to Malibu. When I started training, I envisioned fishing out gorgeous babes full of gratitude and silicon. The truth is I'm more likely to be fishing out a plaster from someone's gullet because of a rogue wave from the adjacent lane and an ill-timed intake of breath.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Mist
There wasn't one day when Mist discovered his preferred form. He'd always been a strange little boy, difficult to grasp both physically and intellectually. He didn't know where his power came from. He had no parents to ask.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Time. Content Warning.
"It's time." I looked around and couldn't be sad about leaving. Shit-hole. They reckon your life flashes in front of your eyes before you die; I thought that happened in like a car crash or something.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Shakespeare in Love
I loved Shakespeare but when he turned up on my doorstep to declare his love, I was more than a little surprised. He wasn't dressed to impress, or at least, not me, in his ruff and tights. I'm no Elizabeth. He was just drawing attention to himself.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Weaver
It was a Sunday afternoon when The Weaver was born. The grey skies of England dampened the day and in this dourness, the most unprepossessing superhero or supervillain, depending on how you feel about knitwear, of modern times came into existence.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Sal's
When George walked into "Sal's", he had no idea that he would come out with more than when he entered. The sign had drawn him:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Driftwood
Creak. Creak. Creak. Splash. Splash. Splash. These are the sounds of my days. Creak. Creak. Creak. Splash. Splash. Splash.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Affair
"Are you having an affair?" The question was not unexpected. George had been simmering for days. She delivered a resolute "No."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Death Takes A Sideswipe
I don't like thinking about death but it seems to be making its presence known to me at the moment, despite my attempting to ignore it. It's coming at me from all angles and I view its presence like trying to get past an angry cat as it tries to sideswipe me with its claws. I'm not getting hit but it's coming close.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Longevity
Eleanor's Tree
Eleanor needed to think. The burdens of life were encroaching on her and their squatting was cluttering her mind. She felt sluggish and hindered and needed to break free of that restrictedness somehow.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Street Artist
"Have you heard? That bloody Banksy's been up to it again!" An old lady in front of Danny in the queue was pointing to her newspaper while the cashier nodded sagely in time to the scanner's "Beep!"
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Butterfly
The orangery was full of mist, artificially created to moisten the rainforest plants towering over her. Here, she was calm and able to think.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction