Rosenbow

Writing is just a hobby of mine, but it’s one I enjoy very much.

Writings

Followers

Following

Rosenbow

Writing is just a hobby of mine, but it’s one I enjoy very much.

Writings

Followers

Following

Birds of a Feather

Rosenbow

1 min read

Birds circled overhead-

"What? But you don't know birds."

I can try to.

"You're not gonna be immediately good at it."

Maybe that's okay.

"Fine. What kind of birds are they?"

They're ostriches-

"Ostriches don't fly, numbskull."

Okay, then... they're crows.

"How foreboding. And what do they mean?"

Um... I don't know. That's for the reader to decide.

"Well you have to give them at least _s...

I tried

Rosenbow

1 min read

I think fog is beautiful, so let me try-

Swirling mists of hope

coalescing to form a figure

She reaches out her hand to me

And I take it

It is soft and cool to the touch

Tendrils of fog wrap around me and they

start to pull me in

and suddenly the figure is

A giant,

hiding in the shadows,

dark and-

Oh, now look what I've done. Let me try again-

Clouds are not solid, they say

I guess that's t...

Poetry

Sabotage

Rosenbow

1 min read

"H"

One letter was all the letter contained, and I pondered it over a cup of morning coffee. What could it mean? H is not an uncommon letter, but neither does it really have many clear associations. I did not know anyone whose name started with H, at least, not that I could think of. No clubs or organizations came to mind, no, there was nothing that this could possibly mean, and yet I continued t...

Mystery

Humour

In His Hands

Rosenbow

1 min read

My hands are swift and gentle

As I shape you into who I want you to be

You writhe and squirm under my hands

Don't you understand that this is for you?

Eventually, I let you go

I want you to have a choice

And you run away from me

Naked, half-formed,

You didn't even let me put you in the kiln

I watch you run around my shop

Your world is so small that you forget about me

You think I can't see

As you...

Poetry

Dream

Rosenbow

1 min read

I slip through the labyrinthine halls that make up my home, hearing them through a cracked open door. I catch bits and pieces, but hear enough. I see hands waving emphatically, hands grabbing, hands hurting. I would walk away again, but what's the point of hiding? What good does it do to steal away from the pain of heartbreak? Perhaps if I just-

But all too soon I am running away again, my head s...

Ripples

Rosenbow

1 min read

I am looking at your _coffin_

And I see a reflection of myself

In the _ripples_ of _water_

that form when _raindrops_

hit the lid

Something steps on my _shoelace_

And the _ripples_ form _reaction_ in

My body as I _bend down_

to tie it

We are _indistinguishable_

From one another

The _ripples_ on your _coffin_ lid

My _ripples_ of _reaction_

They make me _wonder_

which of us is really _dead_....

Poetry

Perhaps it likes us

Rosenbow

1 min read

Why should the Sun

in all its glory

care about company

when its radiance is enough

to blind a curious observer

Why should the Sun

bring light and life

to a people who seek war

like it is the very

air we breathe

Why should the Sun

in all its majesty

like to shine down

from so far away

on us?

I can only think

that the Sun

has taken quite

a liking

to us...

Poetry

Romance

What I need to hear

Rosenbow

1 min read

I want to stay angry.

Everything you do fills me with rage. I blink, and suddenly my fist makes contact with your face. I blink again, and you are standing far away from me, a distant look in your eyes. I don't care. Why should I?

I take up my sword and fight dragons and beasts of all kinds. I use my anger as my shield to block their fiery attacks from reaching my broken heart. One well-placed s...

The Monster

Rosenbow

1 min read

I took a look at the monster that I had created, and in an instant knew what to do. Dread creeped across me, filling my whole body with that uncomfortable, frozen feeling. I knew what I had to do.

The person standing across from me was just as frozen as I was, albeit not for the same reasons. He was frozen with fear. I had no fear in me, for I knew what I had to do, but was still frozen. Time se...

Horror

Sarah

Rosenbow

4 min read

**Not really the prompt**

“Henry just told me his parents won’t be home tonight.”

I shut my locker door and looked at Sarah. “And?”

“And he invited me to… hang out.” Her lips curved upward in a coy smile. “I think tonight might be the night.”

“The night?” I gave her a curious look. “For what?”

“To… you know!” I smiled at her. “Don’t make me say it, it ruins the fun of it!”

“Of course I know,” I ...

Drama