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Rachal Flewellen
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Two Sides of a Black Night
The workout room was really just the boiler room with some equipment, but it worked well enough. Of course, because it was in fact a boiler room, it was already sweltering hot before she even began. The more you sweat, the more you lose, right? She put her pink earbuds in, launched her Bollywood workout radio on her phone, and got started on her 4:30 am workout.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
Push My Buttons
Whitewashed concrete walls, mats padding the floors, and the hum of industrial air vents. He was stripped to the waist wearing baggy gray sweat pants, his feet bare. She was in a simple wine-colored tank-top and fitted workout shorts, her hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, her feet also bare.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
The Narrator's Journal
Have you ever felt a connection so strong, it defied all logic and reason? A connection that came upon you in an unexpected and inexplicable way? It is a truly baffling and overwhelming feeling to suddenly be so intricately tied to another person, to feel almost as part of their soul. It's as if you are two halves desperately seeking to be made whole, unaware of that longing and completely unprepared for when you finally meet.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
The Future of Feelings
Content Warning: mature themes and adult language Emotions - real, true emotions – are a thing of the past. Everything's synthetic now; all our feelings managed, monitored, and controlled by the government. It's better this way, they tell us, more efficient. Just wake up, drink up, and go about your day. A perfectly blended cocktail of synthetic emotions at breakfast and everything is just fine. All the right feelings at the right time with no pesky side effects to get in the way.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Judge a Blank...Slade
He's just being a typical teenage boy, they said. Don't worry, he'll grow out of it. It's just a phase, they said. Just a phase? Just a phase! Grow out of it? Grow out of what? There was nothing more aggravating than having all these random people judging him. And for what? His clothes?! Honestly. What's the big deal? So, he wears all black from head to toe. So, he has shaggy void black hair with the bangs brushed carelessly to the side. So, he's taken a liking to the black eyeliner all the girls are wearing, and the studded belts of rock stars, and the combat boots of the military. So what?
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction
Alice Meets Alyss
Tired of being alone, tired of being the only one to ever do anything wrong, tired of being just "that girl", she stormed out the back door and into the yard. The crash of the door against the jam resounded through the quiet afternoon air. She stood in the center of the yard, the uncut grass tickling her shins through her black and white striped stockings, breathing rapidly in anger and frustration. She wanted to scream.
By Rachal Flewellen3 years ago in Fiction