Raine fielder
Bio
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and five books. Writing is her main purpose.
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I will NEVER use AI for anything I create.
Stories (48/0)
I hope you find your peace
I remember the year Kesha put out her first song after she was free of her abuser... I personally was just coming to terms with my own rape... I knew she was putting out a song about her own... I couldn't wait, it was going to be my anthem, it was going to destroy that man, it was going to be angry and full of hate and venom and justice and then it came out... it was the song "praying"
By Raine fielder2 months ago in Humans
Hitting Golfballs with Baseball Bats
“Ting!” the sound of metal against whatever golf balls are made from (I looked it up the outer layer is called “surlyn.”). But that’s not important, what is important is that sound. That’s the sound I keep hearing in my head. Along with low chatter of male voices. Most often three and occasionally joined with other voices. I grew up in a valley, along with relatives living in nearby houses. My grandparents were beside of me and on their other side was my grandma’s aunt and her family. Then later on after a divorce my uncle moved in between those two. Family was close almost constantly. I had both parents. My grandparents next door were always there, and their middle son lived with them. Then as I said their youngest son moved back in with them and then beside of them when I was pretty young. My sister and I were quite literally raised by a village. There is a whole lot of family I could discuss and all are important and special in their own ways but I want to talk about those golf balls specifically. My dad at some point before I can remember started a game where he and his best friend, my oldest cousin on my mom’s side, along with any other person around who wanted to play, would hit golf balls with baseball bats. The valley we lived in was so large and at the back there is a huge field and then a large hill with forest on it. This whole property was owned by my grandparents. Do you know how far golfballs will travel when you hit them with a baseball bat? They go very far, very very far. At least when someone good at it hits them, mine never even made it as far as the creek.
By Raine fielder2 months ago in Families
On the Hook
I sat down and looked at the man, he was middle aged and attractive but not overtly. He wore long curly locks and had a mustache, which he fiddled with nervously. He was my first patient of the day and said he liked to keep an early schedule. I noticed he was wearing eyeliner and he had several piercings.
By Raine fielder11 months ago in Fiction
Rose Hips
Fynn Blanchard walked to her first class briskly, she was ten minutes late already because of her stalker. She had finally been accepted into John Hopkins medical school for psychology. She had been a star psych student at university, but they didn’t offer all the classes she needed to become a forensic psychologist. This first class was on the brain and its physical structures. She knew the basics but the physical side of it didn’t interest her as much as the behavioral. She walked into the room and saw there weren’t many students but there were still almost no places to sit. The Professor stopped talking and looked at her.
By Raine fielderabout a year ago in Fiction
