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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Catch and Release
Clay raps on the front door with the small peeping window across the top. His eyes are level with it, so he can see when the stained-glass-distorted version of the homeowner comes closer to the door. The man at the door is exactly who Clay hoped it would be.
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Fiction
Man of Sky
Some folk think a fowl Others ponder an aircraft Nay, 'tis Superman
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Poets
The Persistence of Memories. Runner-Up in Just a Minute Challenge.
I see him before he sees me. I haven't left the building yet, he's on his way in. This isn't where I thought I'd see him. Honestly, I didn't think I would ever see him anywhere again. My breath catches, but I keep my cool.As we both traverse the sidewalk, our eyes meet and a million memories flash.
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Fiction
And A Little Love
When my stepdad passed away by suicide, I gained twenty pounds. From grief and stress, and also from the countless dishes dropped at our door. In the aftermath of the funeral, as my mom and I temporarily moved into my grandma's house, food followed. A truth well-known is that people will rally around you in a time of need, and one way they know they can help while still leaving room to grieve is by providing meals.
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Feast
The Man I Love
Love is a complex concept. You can love a multitude of things at a multitude of levels. You clearly don’t love your family in the same way you love your favorite book or Italian restaurant. It can be fleeting or painstakingly ever-present. Sometimes you can feel like the love you have will last forever and then suddenly all the obsession and malice and arguments over vague statements turning into sleepless nights have hardened your heart, transforming it from this beautiful warm thing into a repository for hatred, envy, and greed.
By Raine Neal2 years ago in Humans
