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Eloise Robertson
Bio
I pull my ideas randomly out of thin air and they materialise on a page. Some may call me a magician.
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Minion's Misplaced Misery. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge. Top Story - February 2024.
Most would think I am the servant of a master, the person who wields me, but in truth I am neither servile nor obedient. Of course, anyone whose thoughts lead them to believe this are fools. Perhaps, even more foolish than my current … let’s call him my minion. Good help is hard to come by. The last worthy minion under my command was a millennia ago, maybe even more.
By Eloise Robertson 5 months ago in Fiction
Existential Crisis
It creeps through my peripherals and falls into step behind me, shadow attached to mine like a leech. Rarely will I recognise it until it is so close I feel the weight of its presence threatening to crush me. Like an avalanche, it hits me. Smothering.
By Eloise Robertson 5 months ago in Fiction
The Chocolate Treasure
The fluorescent light gleams across its surface, catching her eye immediately. She lifts her chin, feigning disinterest. At my sunglasses rack, she tries on the plastic frames, peers into the mirror, raises a brow. The girl wears innocence frivolously.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
The Demon of Duty
The thunderous night reigning terror across the coastal jungle fades from my senses as his screeching call is to the tune of hell itself. A demon descends upon me. His wings are a parachute sewn from pale leather. The scars of torture are like lightning claws across its surface. Sizzling breath billows through its yellowed fangs, which protrude from a lipless smile. It stinks of motor oil and rot, burning my nostrils even at this distance. The heir of the Devil has bid with good fortune tonight. Swinging in the wind, my lantern draws them from the clouds toward their next victim.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
Terror Tantalising
No one tree causes the fire, but as the flames lick their limbs, a terror tantalising, they are unable to defend themselves. Consumed by the searing tendrils and engulfed by the heat, they spread the fire to their brethren. One tree alight pushes its inferno to the forest. The passion grips them tight, overrules them, burns them out, and destroys their very being before it cripples the collective.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
A Mother, A Sister
Nadine Holloway-Green, 32, passed away Monday, September 27, 2004 at her home in Newcastle, NSW. She was born on September 27, 1972 in Sydney, NSW to Neil and Margaret Holloway. Nadine is survived by her daughter Charlotte Green and was unfortunately not predeceased by her husband, Jonothan Green, who lived long enough to extinguish her life. Nadine’s childhood dream was to be a singer. Donations may be made to White Ribbon Australia.
By Eloise Robertson about a year ago in Fiction
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