Rachel Deeming

Joined July 2021

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Bio

Storyteller. Poet. Reviewer. Traveller.

I love to write. Check me out in the many places where I pop up:

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Stories (375/0)

Rachel Reviews: Tigers in Red Weather by Liza Klaussmann
I am guilty of judging a book by its cover, I will admit. And what a cover this book has with its beautiful women and its vintage feel and its art deco lettering, and of course the bright, bright red which ties in with the book's title.
By Rachel Deemingabout 10 hours ago in BookClub
Karma
It was a sadistic way to kill but it brought her much satisfaction. Who knew that a storecupboard ingredient could be so harmful to a creature when it was used by others merely to season their food?
By Rachel Deemingabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
The Plagiariser
It was so easy. All you have to do is cut and paste. He sat at his desk, flexing his fingers before delving into the fathomless resource that was the internet. What would he find today in the treasure trove of others' creativity?
By Rachel Deeminga day ago in Fiction
Normal Service has been interrupted
It's a good job, I'm vain. Because today, I Googled myself, just for the heck of it. There's not a lot of me on Google (read that how you will) despite the amount I publish but I'm okay with that.
By Rachel Deeminga day ago in Writers
The Earring
Please note that this story is for May 7th, 128/366 in A Story Every Day in 2024. I have put the wrong day on it because I am a muppet.
By Rachel Deeming3 days ago in Fiction
Tipsy Fingers
"It's my turn to open the cereal!" "No, it's not!" "It is! You did it last time!" "No, you did!" Louise could feel pressure building listening to her children sniping, and like Mount St. Helens, she felt she was going to explode.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in Fiction
The Piano
The home was full of the noises of people who were in their own world. Steady hums leading to screeching crescendoes. A random shout of a name. Mutterings. Flatulence, released unknowingly. The TV blared; some gaudy game show and a presenter with unfathomably white teeth.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
Whale Song
This story comes with a Dharrsheena warning I hear them coming. It is just the two of us and a vast expanse of deep water. They are powering their way towards us and I am fearful but resolute.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
The Hardship Generator
I call myself "The Hardship Generator". Good title, eh? It's not your typical hero's name, I'll grant you but then what I do is not your typical hero work. I'm working for the good of humanity but mine's more the long game, not the "swoop in and save them" like your Superman.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
Waiting for the Ice
This story comes with a Dharrsheena warning I sit and I wait. White bear is with me. He sits and waits too. He is hungry like me. I keep my distance as he would tear me apart in a heartbeat, crush me in his jaws like the furry meat morsel I am to him. Sometimes, I forget and he moves and I dash away, using what little energy I have left.
By Rachel Deeming8 days ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne
Ah, John Boyne. I know that I will never be disappointed picking up one of his books. He is a great storyteller and his books, the ones which are specifically focused on Ireland, seem to have the most depth and the most feeling. Is this just coincidence? I don't think so. I think Ireland is important, because out of the four books by Boyne I've read, the most intense for me as a reader have both been set in Ireland: this one and A History of Loneliness.
By Rachel Deeming8 days ago in BookClub
Dreams of the Savannah
I am hungry. The dust is familiar, a similar colour to what I've known, but there are none of the scents of the savannah. The grasses would find plenty to feed them here but they would not be given the chance to grow. They would not provide cover in which to hide, to camouflage, to aid the hunt.
By Rachel Deeming9 days ago in Fiction