Rosaline

(she/they) Hi friends! Just on here writing for fun and hoping to improve! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my writing! 💕

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Rosaline

(she/they) Hi friends! Just on here writing for fun and hoping to improve! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy my writing! 💕

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The Execution

Rosaline

2 min read

It is mid August, the air is thick as blood, and the sky is blemished with melancholy clouds. Thorpe watches them trudge across the sky, like tired soldiers returning from battle.

"I suppose you mean to frighten me, then?" She smiles up at the man, eyes wide with mock innocence. He raises the gun to her throat.

"You think this is a game?" She's running out of time, and they both know it ve...

Horror

Drama

Always Silver

Rosaline

1 min read

They say I have a heart of gold,

But I don’t think that’s true.

For if I had a heart of gold,

I’d be loved first by you.

Instead my heart is silver,

Silver as loose change.

Meant to toss around and trade,

‘Til I’m lost down the drain.

My heart is silver steel,

As silver as a blade.

It’s cutting edge so sharp and cold

It scares Cupid away.

And since its love means friendship,

My heart’s stuck in...

Poetry

The Lovers And The Moon

Rosaline

1 min read

Upon the misty cove,

two lovers sit,

their eyes celestial bright,

their hands entangled.

I watch them from my solitary

lighthouse in the sky, and

lament

that I am not them—

that I will never be them.

This sky-rock,

Earth’s puppet,

I shall remain, longing

for a love so human....

Poetry

Against The Waves

Rosaline

2 min read

Birds circle overhead, shrieking their warnings as the storm picks up in swirling, malevolent gusts, stirring the sea so it folds in on itself. Land is near, thank the heavens if there are any, but the coast is so jagged it’s unlikely we’ll be able to land without being torn apart by the cutting rocks and the crushing waves. Though we hardly have the choice to continue on sea.

The raft jolts ba...

Adventure

Science fiction

Flippers And Fangs

Rosaline

2 min read

“Alright, friends!” Mr Smiles exclaimed, ruddy face as cheery as his name. “Now that we’ve all introduced ourselves, it’s time for our very first activity: a nature hike in the enchanted forest! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

No, Issy thought, rolling her eyes. It did not. She was a siren, not a troll. Clomping around on the muddy land was definitely not her strong suit, and besides, she’d ju...

Fantasy

Humour

Caffeine

Rosaline

1 min read

Like the city, she’s never tired.

Every morning, she’s up like the sun: bright, early, glorious, with her short hair slicked back and her shirt tucked in. Her green eyes are always full of energy, buzzing like streetlights, decorated with a quick swipe of black liner across their lids. Everything about her is vibrant, from her wide smile to the chunky rings on her fingers, and she’s always in a...

Romance

Otto

Rosaline

1 min read

Scarlett had seen him before, that was certain.

He was around her age, with a youthful yet angled face mottled with acne and damp with tears. His dark curls were familiar; even matted as they were, she recognized the gentle way they brushed against his slumped shoulders. They must have had class together at some point, she resolved, but never gotten to know each other beyond their first names. ...

YA fiction

Thriller

Leftovers

Rosaline

2 min read

Scarlett had been ready to die.

From the moment the grim news of the asteroid first struck her ear, she had accepted her fate with little more than a few tears. Worrying, she had thought, wouldn’t do any good. It wasn’t as if she could single-handedly change the course of the flaming rock by doing so, and besides, she didn’t want to spend her last hours mourning a hypothetical. A future life f...

Science fiction

Adventure

Ordinary

Rosaline

1 min read

There are some times when

words become tired,

their efforts redundant,

their meaning lost.

Then, I wish I could speak

with a common man’s tongue,

and spit the words into existence

plainly, without art, without

thought....

Poetry

The Insurrectionist

Rosaline

1 min read

And I see him now,

Surrounded at the gates,

Sentenced like Socrates,

Refusing to flee.

My poor, sweet Icarus, my

Love, you flew too close,

You spoke too soon.

The guards take their aim.

Dizzy from wine,

I stagger forward,

Towards light,

Towards darkness,

Towards you.

And, an in instant,

I know heaven and hell all at once....

Poetry