Raistlin Allen

Joined October 2020

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the abyss gazes back. Runner-Up in Haunted Echoes Challenge.
breath frigid, stillborn; beyond the tattered veil a face like yours, but not.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
shiver
rustling like the shells of discarded dead insects, your nails on my skin.
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
(let there be) light
Moths aren't built for artificial light, which is why they slam their fragile, powdery bodies against the white hot glass of my LED lantern autumn
By Raistlin Allen4 months ago in Poets
Becoming
I was born with stories in my bones. Before I could read, I'd flip the pages of books for hours, staring. Before I could write, I would scrawl wild black squiggles on white paper, imagine a tale between the madding lines.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Humans
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 Allen5 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 Allen5 months ago in Poets
the reaping
all that’s living, come to die, explosion of fire under woodsmoke sky
By Raistlin Allen5 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 Allen5 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 Allen6 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 Allen6 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 Allen6 months ago in Fiction