Rosaline

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

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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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 deep, emerald 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...

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

Forever

Rosaline

1 min read

The stars were perfect that night. So vast, so bright, like glittering pushpins on an indigo map of the heavens. Reflecting off the lapping, navy blue waves that rolled over my sandy toes, they illuminated forest shades of emerald and pine, and her smiling, dark brown face.

“Do you think we’ll always be friends?” she asked, honey eyes as warm as the orange glow that filled the windows of the sc...

Drama

YA fiction

The Storyteller

Rosaline

2 min read

Thrice the bell rung, its bright, hollow sound reverberating through her ears just like it did every morning. Ottilie groaned, pushing the scratchy, stiff blanket off her legs and stumbling out of bed, eyes still somewhat encumbered by the burden of sleep.

“Time for dreaming’s done,” she grumbled, reaching for her white linen bonnet and fastening it on top of her blackberry colored curls, before...

Fantasy

Echo’s Folly

Rosaline

2 min read

He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Dark, chestnut hair swept elegantly over his brow. Head held high, his olive brown face glimmered in the sunlight, flawless as a chiseled stone statue. His eyelashes were full and long, his nose straight and refined, and the curve of his soft smile formed a perfect outline of Cupid’s famous bow. She stared at him from behind the green, blossomin...

Romance

Drama

Troubled Waters

Rosaline

1 min read

Alone, Alexander sat on the sad, rickety dock, his head bowed like an angel’s and his feet dangling off the edge. Cold water settled between the spaces of his toes, turning his soft skin to prunes and causing his knees to shake from the chill. Anxious clouds churned above him; threatening a storm.

He shivered.

Deep water had never been a problem for him—in fact, he would even say it was a bit ...

Horror

Thriller

Friendship Bracelets

Rosaline

1 min read

His best friend was beautiful.

Dark curls tickled her ears, reaching toward her chin as she leaned carelessly back in her chair. Arms crossed and covering the January-pale blue of her knit sweater vest, she showed off her wristfuls of friendship bracelets, made all the more visible by the rolled-up sleeves of her white-collared button down. Her black converse were embroidered with flowers and f...

YA fiction

Snow Globe

Rosaline

1 min read

The air was laced with a stinging cold he could feel burn in the chambers of his lungs. Lost and lonely, he dragged himself through the knee-deep swamp of snow. He had no sense of direction as he trudged on—there were no destinations to reach there, in that frostbitten desert—but going forward was better than going nowhere.

Infinite miles stretched identically every way he turned in a way that ...

Horror

Adventure

Impression

Rosaline

1 min read

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again, my torn, off-white dress billowing out around me. A tunnel of blinding, bright light shines before me, beckoning me like a lullaby, and I swear I would cry if I still could. Legs straining, teeth clenched, I try to fight the heavy gusts, to reach out and touch that sweet sunlight, behind which I know paradise waits.

I am so close. I can ...

Horror