Raine Fielder
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Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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Pocahontas
She was running as fast as she could through the forest, the wind and branches catching the edges of her hair. The pulling didn’t bother her when a piece got snagged, she was used to that. It motivated her to run harder and faster. She ran until she broke through the tree line out into the field. In front of her by a few yards the river roared towards home. She was almost there now, could almost smell the smoke from cooked fish and squash. She ran toward the river and turned at the last second to follow the flow south. Up ahead there was a cliff, the river jumped over the edge in great gulps of waves, splashing into the water below. It was getting closer and she sped up, feeling her heartbeat quicken. Right before she reached the edge she leapt into the air, inspired by the deer she’d watched jumping over fallen trees or off of rocks as someone hunted them. She felt the wind hit her even harder as she floated for a moment, she was flying. Down she went, riding air just in front of the waterfall until she landed feet first into the water at the bottom. Going down several feet she felt her extended foot hit the sand for a split second and she pushed hard to bounce herself back up. It was around twenty feet or more to the surface and the bounce cut the effort she would need to break through the water in half. She could see a figure on the bank of the river as she reached the surface. She broke through and gasped hard, taking in as much air as she could as she brushed the hair and water off her face. She’d been turned around, so she spun the water to see her visitor.
By Raine Fielder9 months ago in Fiction
I Resign From Hiding. Honorable Mention in I Resign From… Challenge. Content Warning.
I hereby resign from keeping my mouth shut. I once decided to stop hiding that I was raped but I still haven't publicly announced any names. And so many times I have stayed quiet about what other people have done. It's what I was taught to do. It is what I was *trained* to do.
By Raine Fielder10 months ago in Journal
Tender. Content Warning.
Note to editors: The site wouldn't let me publish this story to the "fiction" community unless it was six hundred words. The story portion of this was five hundred words exactly when I typed it into vocal. For some reason it was four hundred and seventy three words when I pasted it into "Microsoft word". I decided to go with five hundred according to vocals count. I am very sorry for this side note but I couldn't get it to even go through to be reviewed without making it at least six hundred words and I hope this doesn't disqualify this story.
By Raine Fielder11 months ago in Fiction
Lamia. Top Story - April 2025. Content Warning.
“She’s the first?” Mona asked the Doctor. “She is,” Dr. Brody nodded with a smile. “And it’s safe?” Mona asked, wringing her hands together. Judith Brody M.D. had dreamed of this day since she was a child. Finally, something good could come from her obsession. The obsession she’d had ever since that monster had destroyed her family and had nearly taken her life.
By Raine Fielder11 months ago in Fiction
The Monster. Content Warning.
The monster in my room. Have you ever woken up to find a monster in your room? I did, when I was four years old. It wasn’t your typical monster, it didn’t look like a monster but it was. It had taken over someone else. I was told by my parents to sleep in the same bed as the monster. This same monster had attacked several people. That’s what it did, it would attack one person and then that person would become the monster. Then that monster would attack someone else and then they would become the monster. Then when I was four the monster had attacked my sister and she became the monster. Then the monster attacked me. But for some reason no matter how hard the monster tried, I wouldn’t let it take over me. I would have dreams about myself becoming the monster and wake up terrified and shaking. But I didn’t want to be a monster, so I didn’t become one. And that’s when I realized that no matter what happened to the people before me, they weren’t forced to become the monster, they chose to. They were introduced to the monster and then they had to make a choice. Become the monster or defeat it, stop it from destroying everyone. The monster attacked me and it was bad but to me becoming the monster was so much worse because I would rather be hurt than hurt someone else. And that’s all it took, the way to defeat the monster was so simple and yet it had taken years for someone to stop it. All along all anyone had to do was stop being the same monster that had attacked them.
By Raine Fielder12 months ago in Critique
The Rose Garden . Content Warning.
Jack, If only things were different, if only you could see how much I love you. I know about the affair Jack, I know about all of them. And the thing is I walk around taking pictures with you, smiling at the adoring fans you have amassed. Do they know Jack? Do they know that the life we have built, the good that we have done was me? Does anyone know what your life would be without me? What YOU would be without me?
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in History
