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Rose Thorne

Rose Thorne

I am a teen author starting my writing journey. My dream is to become a bestseller and have well known books in every store.

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Rose Thorne

Rose Thorne

I am a teen author starting my writing journey. My dream is to become a bestseller and have well known books in every store.

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Writings
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The Burden Of The Quiet Heart

Rose Thorne

1 min read

**I shouldn’t feel this way******

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**My heart stops in my chest at the slightest snap of words******

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**My eyes water at the sight of tension in a body******

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**My hands shake at the sight of water in her eyes******

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**”I’m sorry. You shouldn’t see me this way”******

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**Stop******

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**Stop******

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**Please******

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**I know she’s right******

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**But it feels so wrong...

Poetry

Mystery

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In The Dark

Rose Thorne

1 min read

Fear is a dangerous thing

No one likes to show it, but we all know we feel it

It makes us do things

Awful things

We can see better with light

But when someone turns them out, we are blind

If we cannot see one another

We are afraid of what we can do

Scrambling in the darkness, refusing to be last

We think we have more light to make it through

But the truth of it is

We all look the same in the dark

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Poetry

Drama

Beneath The Surface

Rose Thorne

1 min read

And that’s when It finally revealed itself, she had done it, and no one can see.

I surrender to the rocks. My skin shivers at the feeling of my lose clothing as my body freely descends into the water. The water grows colder and colder until the waves fade into silence and the surface becomes dark. Eyes closed, my arms stretch. The tides consume me, not the least bit afraid. Gold and red flashing ...

Mystery

Crime

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Petals Of Pain

Rose Thorne

1 min read

Twigs of trees poke and prod

Even the roots are kind of odd

I walk the road, red as can be

How could this happen to me?

The roses sink just like my eyes

All but one always dies

I spot the one, perfect and clean

I hate the way it smells to me

I pick it then, poked by thorns

The rest all yell, I ignore their warns

Why oh why is it only you

Who seems so pure, so perfect, so true?...

Poetry

Mystery

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