Mara Kate Reynolds

Writing mostly fantasy. Spend a lot of time staring at blank word documents.

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Mara Kate Reynolds

Writing mostly fantasy. Spend a lot of time staring at blank word documents.

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If Only

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

If only... if only

She calls through the trees

The nights would come faster,

The river would freeze,

I’m tired of the days

that linger for years

I’m tired of the sun,

and each time it appears

I run to the mountains,

I run to the north.

I pay the prices,

that nothing is worth.

For i ticket that takes me

Back to the time,

When every prayer,

and answer was mine

But if only, if only

She cal...

Life Coach

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

How are you?

Are you good?

Are you really?

Do you have money?

Are the bills paid?

Do you have friends?

What about a date?

Is your house tidy?

Is your future bright?

Have you studied?

Are you all right?

Are you organised for the day?

Did you sleep for nine hours last night?

Did you exercise?

Did you meditate?

How well have you been eating of late?

Do you read?

Are you learning a language?...

Ribbon

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

I twirl it around my fingers

I lift it to my face

It still smells of perfume

And her midnight embrace

I wear it around my wrist

And I wear it in my hair

I keep it in my pocket

I take it everywhere

I could have taken photos

I regret that I did not

But could pictures really capture

That summer long and hot?

The nights on the sand

The sun set on the sea

The market and the ice cream

The taste ...

Prey

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

I’m not used to it. I think that’s the problem. When your top of the food chain, it’s always slightly harder to get used to things when that changes. Not that I was ever really top of anything.

We are like clay, malleable. Others are more rigid. The eerl, the biggest, the smartest and the oldest species. The predator. And the sanceseni, the worker bees. Harmless but inedible. The colicutt, or th...

Our Last Night

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

This is the fifth attempt at writing this letter. As you can probably tell I’ve completely given up trying to make it neat. Or even understandable. It’s impossible, there’s nothing to say, and yet this is everything. All I’ll ever say to you. And I’m supposed to fit it in a letter.

I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. It was never supposed to get this far. I want you to know that. I didn’t intend for...

New Eyes

Mara Kate Reynolds

1 min read

It didn’t look like I expected.

It never really does.

Each time it’s a different picture, lit in a different light, cast in a different shadow.

And yet similar. In some ways.

And after miles of sleeping.

Hours of quiet.

Mountains of unknowing, unaware, unaffected peace.

There’s this.

And even though the picture is similar.

And the ceiling looks the same.

And the same sun rises as always...