Raine Neal
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Just trying to make it through the days - writing is a great way to stay distracted and refreshed.
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Chemtrails. Top Story - October 2025.
I lay in the grass, blades tickling the back of my ears and the nape of my neck. The sky is streaked with cirrus clouds, wispy and waif-like. Something stands out among them, though—a little airplane. It travels softly through the sky. It is slow and without care. Though it seems to last forever—a tiny snail slugging its way across the open sidewalk—if you missed it passing by you might have never known it was there.
By Raine Neal5 months ago in Fiction
something is wrong here
I sit by the window. I’ve opened it a crack, gentle breeze caressing the curtains. I’ve already assessed the view outside—it is not the problem. Not the thing that is making me itch in an untouchable discomfort. An intangible minute difference.
By Raine Neal6 months ago in Fiction
And again and again and again and
The first time it happened, I thought it was a dream. Same with the second. The third felt too real---I thought, he must be a ghost. By the fourth I figured I must be crazy, hallucinating this perfect conjuring of what might have been. But the fifth time proved that others could see him and I felt him under my touch and he must be real. This was real. This is real.
By Raine Neal8 months ago in Fiction
Missing You
So maybe signing on for a work trip in New York wasn’t my best idea. I really didn’t do it because of Seren. I just thought that maybe if I ran into her while I was here, it would be fate. Or maybe just seeing a glimpse of her would settle the weight that had been in my stomach since we broke up. The first few days I focused on work. I didn’t think of her. I stayed mostly in my hotel room and only ventured out for food. But today is a free day, and I find myself at places I think she’d like. Like my soul is trying to pull me toward her without my knowing. I get lunch at an Italian restaurant that specializes in vegetarian cuisine. She doesn’t eat meat. I sit on a bench in the park with absolutely no shade in sight. She loves the sun. I walk past and through bookstores, wandering aimlessly. She says books find a direct line to her soul.
By Raine Neal8 months ago in Fiction
