
Rena Aliston
Articles
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Nov 24, 2024 |
renaaliston.substack.com | Rena Aliston
Rubbing razor against fleshI’d bleed for youDig deeper into my soulCarving the pain of my lifeThe dead tremble in fearBlood trickles upon a roseTears fall upon a featherEmotions seep through my poresDarkness covers meThe graveyard of my soulThis poem is available in the book Unspeakable Truths, Volume 1: Damnation Begins, released in 2007. Nefarious Tales is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
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Jul 2, 2024 |
warrenbrown.substack.com | Warren Brown |Erica Drayton |Rena Aliston
Everyone is not an artist nor is everyone creative. Yet, whether we accept it or not, daily life is filled with creativity and artistry, from the way you make your toast, to the way you wear your clothes, to the way you tie your hair, to the way you use the camera on your phone to send emojis. You are human and you were born with an artistic and creative streak. A few amazing writers to read on Substack.
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Jun 30, 2024 |
medium.com | Rena Aliston
By Rena Aliston Drabble | Fantasy I failed to close the portalPhoto by Noah Buscher on Unsplash I came back again. I thought I succeeded but failed to close the portal. I staggered into the living room and collapsed on the couch. My father's medallion rested on the table where I left it. My eyes drifted to the clock as the hand crept toward a new hour. There was still time. I hurried to the basement, removed...
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Jun 29, 2024 |
warrenbrown.substack.com | Warren Brown |Rena Aliston |Erica Drayton
Akuma no Ran - Rebellion in the Age of the Demon: Chapter 1: Death of the Last HeroIt had long been customary for the village near the end of Autumn to parade the goddess’ portable-shrine with the head-priest (Kannushi) riding ahead as her herald. This had been the custom for nigh on a century since the time of the legendary Takimoto no Yoshinobu, the valiant hero who had rescued the northern marches from collapse.
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May 3, 2024 |
medium.com | Rena Aliston
By Rena Aliston Fiction | Drabble Photo by The HS on Unsplash My body collapsed in the forest as the burning sun stung my flesh. I licked my blistered lips, staring at the sky, begging death to swallow me. My eyes shut as a strong gust of wind swept through the tree branches. "Follow the birds," a voice shouted.
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