Rosaline

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

100

Writings

124

Followers

112

Following

Eye For An Eye

Rosaline

1 min read

In a flash, Tess lunged at him.

She moved so fast, her form seemed to blink in the dark. Arms bent, she let her fists fly at his face, back and forth, til his teeth cracked and his nose ran red. He tried to fight her, to hook his boot round her knee and pull her down to the dirt, but she pushed him back. She did not stop.

“What do you want?” the man said with a grunt.

Tess snarled at him a...

Action

Google Docs

Rosaline

1 min read

First: white, blank clouds,

spread across the sky

like fresh buttercream.

Black stars appear,

blinking, forming constellations

in single-file:

typed out words,

then phrases,

lined up like soldiers ready for war....

Poetry

One And Only

Rosaline

1 min read

Wedding day! Ring the bells!

For the bride, the belle of the ball, the pride of us all, sing out!

For the groom, no doubt her one and only. Now she’ll never be lonely.

It’s agreed: she’ll never need another, no

“nothing but each other,” is what she put in the vows everyone bowed before, as if those silver rings ring out with power like kings’ crowns, as if the gown she wears is rare as lotus sil...

Poetry

Handmade Love

Rosaline

1 min read

The ribbons in my braided hair,

Your folded birthday card.

The little notes you leave for me

For lunchtime every day.

The woven threads of bracelets,

The cookies that you baked.

My knitted Christmas sweater,

Our scrapbooked memories.

The boxes on my bedroom floor,

The letters that you write.

The gifts left in my mailbox

Every Saturday or so.

The turkey at Thanksgiving.

The tough advice you give...

Poetry

Always Summer

Rosaline

1 min read

One summer night, just as the sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, I dreamed the waves were washing me away. Gently pushing and pulling me away to a world where things were different. But when I awoke to the sting of fresh mist tickling my nose, I was on the same wooden dock where I had first fallen asleep.

I was still sixteen.

I was still alone.

And it was starting to rain.

Clouds ...

YA fiction

The Orator

Rosaline

1 min read

I see him like the sun,

the diamond patriarch, with his

sparkling eyes, his angled jaw,

his boyish lips from which

his fiery sermon spouts.

Freedom, courage, beauty, truth:

his lacy sentences bounce

off the walls like music notes—

and worse,

my heart aches with each stunning word;

knowing they are not meant for me....

Poetry

Romance

Small Talk

Rosaline

1 min read

“Hey, how are you?” Elijah inquired.

To Bea these words conveyed an exquisite, though unexpected, emotion. There was delight in hearing them—imagine, Elijah, taking pause in his steps to converse with the likes of her!—and yet their mundanity caused her to wonder. Was he merely being courteous, or did he mean the question genuinely? And if it was genuine, to what extent? Should she respond th...

The Firefighters

Rosaline

2 min read

Onward, we press toward the fire, solemn as Thanatos, feet dragging in the ashes. I can feel the heat licking at my forehead, my cheeks, little wisps of my hair. My stomach rocks, but I push forward, even as the bulky hose in my hand pulls at my shoulder, straining the socket, threatening my grip.

I grit my teeth, hard. I have to keep going. After all, there’s no other choice.

No one believe...

Action

Horror

Studying

Rosaline

1 min read

Dull, the numbers flow

from my dying pen’s dry mouth.

When can I be done?...

Poetry

The Spider

Rosaline

2 min read

He had been so charming at first, sweeping her off her feet and enveloping her in love. But now, he was no charming gentleman. He was The Hunter. And she was his prey.

It was the first month of summer, and the butterfly was young. Dancing among the wildflowers, she flaunted her fresh beauty, fluttering her painted wings in the sunlight for all to see. She saw how the children’s faces brighte...

Horror