Rosaline

(she/her) Hi friends! Just on here writing for fun and hoping to improve! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading! 💕

Writings

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Rosaline

(she/her) Hi friends! Just on here writing for fun and hoping to improve! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading! 💕

Writings

Followers

Following

Octopus

Rosaline

1 min read

Sadie plopped down next to Shannon in the overgrown grass, leaning over her friend’s shoulder with a grin.

“Drawing again?” she asked.

“Mhm,” Shannon replied, not even bothering to look up from her drawing. Today, it was an octopus, its tentacles cleverly wrapped around each landmark of the old map she was using as a canvas. It was nothing short of incredible, Sadie thought. She could sit t...

YA fiction

Romance

lovebirds

Rosaline

1 min read

love is the thing with feathers

the winged bird that sings

but i am lowly icarus

i can’t feel anything

balancing my wings of wax

i mimic the birds i worship

but it’s not quite right

it’s never quite right

when feathers melt, i slip

i’m crashing toward the ocean waves

while birds laugh at my cries

how did icarus accept the fact

he’ll never truly fly?...

Poetry

Blackberries On Sundays

Rosaline

2 min read

After a few minutes of creeping along the narrow bank, I reach the trellises and shake out my hands. They’re bleeding and raw from the wild blackberry brambles, still stinging even after rinsing them in the stream until they nearly froze. Biting back a wince, I tear a strip of linen cloth from my apron and wrap up the wounds, both brand new scratches and reopened cuts left from last week’s black...

The Willow And The Wind

Rosaline

1 min read

Hunched, the willow tree stands, its twisted trunk cloaked by a curtain of tears, weighed down by a love unrequited. How it longs to move on, but its roots hold still; it can only sigh in resignation, day after day, lamenting and longing, branches drifting on always toward their flighty darling: the thankless wind....

Romance

My City On Fire

Rosaline

1 min read

The sky fell at dawn.

Just as the soft, newborn sun peaked out from the horizon, it split open with the sharp crack of a gunshot and bled furious fire onto the world below. Roaring in agony, it shed ashen tears that seared our skin and clogged our lungs. The streets burned, the buildings collapsed, the people scattered. Wealthy and poor became frivolous adjectives as homes of all classes turne...

Action

Horror

Beneath The Surface

Rosaline

1 min read

At the brink of twilight, I stood alone on the edge of the tall, misty cliff, December-gray skirts undulating in the wind, my ragged cardigan draped around my hollow, scale-speckled shoulders. Rushing wind filled my eardrums, reverberating within my skull and making my head shake.

I took a deep breath, and jumped.

Falling through the waves was like falling in love: breathtaking, exhilarating, ...

Adventure

Fantasy

Little Miss Sunshine

Rosaline

1 min read

Alone, you found me with a fastened heart

Frozen shut and dull as winter skies

My arteries were laced with bitter chains

But your sweet smile brought spring to my poor soul

You thawed that stone-cold prison I had built

And flowers took the place of icy barbs

And though, this, you may never understand

Your simple act of friendship changed my life...

Poetry

Scars

Rosaline

3 min read

The door creaked open, revealing a long-forgotten room Jack hadn’t seen in nearly thirty years. It was coated in a thick blanket of dust and stank of mildew and sickness, and perhaps something more sinister underneath. The blue paint that once brightened the walls was now dull and peeling; the wooden floors were splintered and rotten. They groaned with each step he took, reawakening distant mem...

Drama

Colors

Rosaline

1 min read

Yes, I like that boy

Is what I say to myself

Knowing it’s not true

Ace, aromantic

The words make my mind dizzy

Who even am I?

Over and over

I take quizzes on my phone

One outcome remains

I’m sick of doubting

I look at you, lift my chin

And tell you the truth

Rainbows fill the streets

Proudly, I wear my colors

This is who I am...

Poetry

Grace

Rosaline

1 min read

Dear Grace,

I do not think I had fully understood the extent to which I valued our friendship until I watched it dissolve before my very eyes.

I believe I always expected it to fail, to fall apart at its fickle foundations, but I did not expect it to hurt as it did. My chest still pangs whenever you give me that polite, closed-mouthed smile you save for strangers, because I know there was a tim...

Drama