Ielenia NicRuarch

New fiction writer, wanting to try something new with my pen.

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Ielenia NicRuarch

New fiction writer, wanting to try something new with my pen.

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The Queen’s Speech

Ielenia NicRuarch

1 min read

As the Queen stood on the platform, she examined the faces of her subjects below. They were ecstatic to see her; cheers and applause, just for her. The Queen was used to being adored. She was beautiful, she was young, and she was royalty. This was not her first appearance in public, but her stomach was in knots all the same. The excitement of the crowd was buzzing in her ears as she took a deep br...

The Bridge

Ielenia NicRuarch

1 min read

The day was gorgeous, a crisp autumn afternoon. Erick sat on the bridge, watching the clouds race across the sky and the wind dance through the field of grasses.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Erick looked over at the woman speaking next to him. He didn’t recognise her, but he felt comforted by her presence. “Yea” he responded and sunk back into his thoughts.

Helen smiled, “it’s okay, take your time. W...

Ceremony’s End

Ielenia NicRuarch

1 min read

She was beautiful. Her blue eyes clear and bright and focused on him. The wind had dishevelled her black curls and dislodged a few bobby pins, but she was still his radiant girl.

He could feel the nervous energy rolling off of her. The anticipation for the ceremony to be over. He glanced down again at her dress. White organza and lace, a bit old fashioned, but it suited her, the thin fabric tant...

White and Blue

Ielenia NicRuarch

2 min read

The cold was breathtaking, and the sound of the wind was deafening in my ears. My head was swimming and my vision was blurred, a constant stream of bright light like being on a shadeless snowfield. When my vision finally cleared, just sky. Cold and sharp. Blue and impossibly clear. Had I fallen? My head pounded as I tried to remember what I had been doing.

How did I end up in this strange space ...