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Hello! My name is Reelika Pedak (fun fact is that if you were to google my name then there are actually two of us).

I used the blog name ” of Stardust and the Beasts” on various platforms before creating this blog but in the Spring of 2022, I decided to become self-hosted. Creating this blog was a way for me to create a new home. A place where I could rest my thoughts and share my creative side with the world.

My Other Work

I have had many jobs, through the years. I have been a car painter, co-manager of a grocery store, night-shift manager, at a gas station, and a cook. 

Besides writing and this blog, I also do vocals for a project called “Chaos in Spring” which I have written about on my blog. It is metal so I do both, clean vocals and harsh vocals. Why a project, not a band? Because there are just two of us, my boyfriend that composes and produces all of the songs and also does the mixing/mastering. And then there is me who writes the lyrics and does all of the vocals. You can find us on a pretty big variety of streaming services.

I also do voiceovers and voice acting for my work as audiobooks. I do all of the work myself, from recording to post-editing on Reaper for it to sound clean. The lyric videos I have also made myself on Adobe Premiere Pro.

To me, it seems almost unbelievable that I am doing this now because I have always felt very insecure about my voice but it is something I love doing the most in this life. Overcoming my anxiety about singing/acting in front of someone feels as if I have wrestled a bear and come out of it alive.

Excerpt from "Late Mornings" : I prayed that the wooden floorboard wouldn't creak under my weight as I got out of the bed, because God knows that hell had no fury like her majesty awoken suddenly from her slumber.

Late Mornings

Excerpt from "Dead Poet": It was almost as if she had fallen in love with the dead poet himself and every breeze through the drapes felt as if he was mocking her in her misery, for that is how comforting she had pictured his touch to be.

Dead Poet

Excerpt from "the Key": It was as if he was venturing into the halls of an old abandoned building and as he stood there on the door frame, clutching a key in his sweaty palms, he couldn’t help but be perplexed at the fact that anyone could ever show such neglect to something so majestic.

the Key

Excerpt from "Fluid": Sometimes I wish that my poetry was a flammable fluid, with words spilling from my fingertips, the smell of gasoline, the light of a match - set his world on fire.

Fluid

Excerpt from "God, Where are You Hiding": But women, they steer clear of me As if I was a big fat rat staring them in the face With blackened eyes Begging to spare a tiny speck of the sweetest bread, a sip of their wine

God, Where are You Hiding

Excerpt from "Forgive Me the Sins of My Blood": Oh Lord forgive me the sins of my blood Take me to the gallows, burn my soul But let her walk through the pearly gates. My sweet, sweet girl

Forgive Me the Sins of My Blood

Excerpt from "Oh Please, Papa, No!": I had thought that you were the mightiest of them all A knight without his shiny armour, keeping me from harm. Why have you fallen deaf to the pleas of your only daughter?

Oh Please, Papa No

Poetry Boon no. I Excerpt: But mother, Can you not see? He makes my heart sing My fingers dancing on the keys Of an old Dusty Pianoforte Out of tune And I keep hitting the wrong notes But my heart hums And perhaps… I am, A Jester of love But love… I do

Poetry Book no. I

My Corner

To host this beautiful Website I use Dreamhost. If you choose to make your own website and get hosting through my link you will be supporting my work as Dreamhost will pay me.

To upload my recordings to different streaming services I use DistroKid. If you use my link to sign up for DistroKid, I get 10 dollars and you get 7% off. 

DistroKiddo Linkie.