Deonora P

👩‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩1️⃣5️⃣👩‍🦰🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇷🇴 I try to write stuff. That counts. I love music and books and anything else that comes along. Especially mountain shaped anything else’s.

192

Writings

Followers

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Following

Deonora P

192

Writings

Followers

110

Following

I Will Win

Deonora P

1 min read

“Let’s skip the pleasantries shall we? You and I both know we’re not here for small talk.” He says, and I can’t help but shuffle nervously. The iron man; my first every heavyweight fight, I’ve only just moved up to this category; and for my first bout, it’s *that* referee. You know. Just the one where there’s seven years of mutual hate between us. No big deal.

And then of course, my thoughts zoom...

The Last Exam

Deonora P

1 min read

I step out the exam hall, and everyone around me’s saying “oh that was so easy!”, “I think I did great!”, “I cooked”.

All I can think is, that was the most horrible exam I’ve ever done in my life. How am I meant to remember how to expand brackets? Or factorise quadratics? This is big brain stuff!

Old, always smiling, fake teeth Mr Spotley walks up, bares his teeth at me, I guess it was meant to ...

Meeting The King

Deonora P

1 min read

“What was your name again?” I ask, ignoring his crown and flowing robe, the armed guards and barred windows.

He splutters, slowly turning red, darker red, and landing on purple in the end.

“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that, can you repeat?” I ask, leaning forward for theatricality.

The guards all step forward as one, armour clanking and hands on swords....

The Crops Will Grow

Deonora P

1 min read

The checkered shirt didn’t flutter

His lips did softly mutter

“The river be up today”

The farmhands all look up

“Again?” They each say

The clouds rumbled above

Each farmer around,

They swore on all they love,

This weather a pox, a plague,

A demon, to be slayed,

The crops will grow!

A lie each farmer promises

To their family, dependants,

The crops will grow!...

Poetry

Geralt Encounters Dobby

Deonora P

1 min read

Geralt turns, golden eyes piercing as his pupils narrow to slits to focus on the… thing. His white locks held back in what could generously be called a pony tail, his swords crossed over his back, silver for monsters, steel for humans - though he often can’t tell the difference between them.

The… thing looks up at him, it’s wide eyes focussing on the pale skin of the Witcher. A high pitched voice...

The Day I Met You

Deonora P

1 min read

The day I met you, you were feeding the pigeons. It was a cold day, and your breath made a cloud around you, the kind of mystical image that comes to mind when describing a beautiful elf or similarly stunning being.

I saw your eyes piercing through the fog that your breath had made as you met my eyes.

I nearly dropped the coffee I was holding, but the autumn special, nutmeg and cinnamon, is two ...

It’s A Human. Oh.

Deonora P

1 min read

“Give me your hand child.”

Wide eyes look up at the… Thing. It has two legs, only two. And… Are those ears? But they’re in the wrong place… And is that monstrosity a nose?

Oh.

It is a human.

Oh....

Words

Deonora P

1 min read

Some

Times words

Don’t come as I

Want them to. They jumble and clutter and

Clunk. Tumble out my mouth and fall to the floor. Lifeless, but twitching in their death.

Don’t know

How I can speak

How I can write. How I can hear.

Words hate me, I’m certain. I hate them back, I know that for sure. Please help.

Help

Me to

Find my words. Please.

To shape them, hammer and batter them, an...

Poetry

I know It

Deonora P

1 min read

The trundling of wheels is muffled, not by carpet, not by smooth surface, by grass.

I smell it before I feel the surface change beneath my wheels. It smells of summer, earthy, grassy, fresh, and yet it also smells of rain. It’s the kind of scent that washes over you, drives through every pore and makes you feel pure, cleansed.

And then I feel it. Warmth. It dances over my face, and I swear it’s ...

Lies

Deonora P

1 min read

Three lies.

I’m at the table of justice, faceless spirits determining my destination.

I’m asked to reveal my three lies.

Lie 1: I did actually eat that cake that mum gave told me not to, what can I say? It was chocolate!

Lie 2: yes, I did actually watch that persons bum that time, I know, I lied to my partner about that for years… (does that make it several lies? Who knows?)

Lie 3: I only tol...