Rosaline

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

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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

Exquisite

Rosaline

1 min read

I was near finished with the work when I became suddenly aware that I was not simply painting his portrait—I was studying his soul.

My brushstrokes stuttered as I glanced from him to the art and back again. I had accurately portrayed his physical features—the light curl of his blonde hair, the soft curve of his pink lips, the brightness of his blue eyes—but somewhere in the layering of the paint...

Romance

Raindrop Races

Rosaline

1 min read

Drops on the window

Swiftly streamline down the glass

Who will win the race?...

Poetry

Beginnings And Endings

Rosaline

1 min read

Here we are on the cracked blacktop, kicking around a half-deflated soccer ball smudged with dirt, using potholes as goals like we have since we were ten. Our smiles are bright, but we can’t help thinking about how we are closer now to twenty-two than twelve, and how after today, we’ll never see each other again.

The innocence all schoolchildren know is slipping like sand through our fingers; th...

Drama

YA fiction

The Cave

Rosaline

2 min read

The feeling is foreign.

Beams of light—_sun_light—caress my face, opening my scrunched eyes to the wonders of the world, no longer projected in shadow but illuminated in technicolor. The sand that creeps between my toes is warm and red and sparkling, a stark contrast to the cold, monochrome grains I grew up knowing. Laughing people all around me wear fluttering robes of purple, white, gold, gre...

Skinned

Rosaline

2 min read

Mona sits quietly, with her hands pressed to the cold window glass, watching the rain fall. There is a sort of sentience to the storm, that hissing wind, those tapping drops. The waves crashing down like angry fists upon the shore. Weeks ago, it would have been so easy to slip beneath those waves, sink into the sea, disappear into the mist. But now, she can only watch from the lookout as the s...

Fantasy

Drama

Silence

Rosaline

1 min read

Silence is like the space between stars: tense, dark, and teeming with truths unknowable. In its simplicity I become impossibly aware of myself, such that my breaths and thoughts work together in harmony like perfect thirds. I wonder, wide eyed, the musings of my peers. For them, does this silence offer comfort or disquiet, awkwardness or desolation?

Across from me sits a slouching girl with b...

Drama

Morning Coffee

Rosaline

1 min read

The kitchen is full of shadows.

Dim light peeks through thick, heavy curtains, painting subtle streams on the faded, grave-gray wallpaper that veils the walls. Yellowing white paint peels from cabinets stacked with dusty plates and cobwebbed mugs, and piles of dirty dishes form a wobbling Tower of Pisa in the soapy sink. And on the edge of the chipped veneer table perches a lonely cup of coffee...

Drama

Ladies View

Rosaline

1 min read

Beneath my muddy boots was a carved out gravel path, lined with concrete-colored rocks with bright, dewy moss clinging to their surfaces as verdigris clings to a copper coin. Patches of fresh, virescent plants and dark pine contrasted perfectly with the sandy shade of the March grasses blanketing most of the land. As I inhaled, clean, spring air filled my city-stained lungs, and my lips hung fro...

Adventure

Dear Icarus

Rosaline

1 min read

Your wings are fickle.

Will you fall or will you fly?

Only time will tell....

Poetry

Mirage

Rosaline

1 min read

In the darkness, I can still see it.

The distinct, unnatural line where the air shifted from kind to apathetic. Iridescent and misty, like a mirage. I remember the way my navigation systems began to crash after I crossed it, the way panic filled my lungs when I realized I was off course. The way every direction, even down, looked disorientingly identitical—with the same smoky gray clouds teemi...

Horror

Mystery