A. Rose 🌹

🏳️‍🌈 Just a writer trying to get better at writing. I’m obsessed with horror movies and Romantasy so those are my genres!🫶🏻 (I encourage you to start with my third writing titled “The Dance”) She/Her: Song of the Week: Harpy Hare By: Yaelokre

A. Rose 🌹

Memories

A. Rose 🌹

1 min read

I remember that day as if it was yesterday.

Perhaps you think I’m talking about the birth of a child, or a wedding, or perhaps even getting an acceptance letter from a college. No. But it is of equal importance.

I was sitting there on the carpeted ground

Eating my breakfast without a sound

When my grandmother came in unannounced.

“Your mother’s on the phone.” She spoke in a quiet tone.

So I ...

Poetry

Why?

A. Rose 🌹

1 min read

_Non riesco a smettere di pensare a te_

This much is true.

_Vorrei potertelo dire_

But it seems I don’t have the nerve to.

My new favorite color is blue

And it seems like it has something to do with you.

You’re constantly on my mind

But I don’t even mind.

But I just have one question. Well maybe a few. Okay, more than two.

Do you think about me and lie awake at night wondering if I feel th...

Poetry

That Godforsaken Bus Ride

A. Rose 🌹

2 min read

Im sitting on the bus with my best friend. I look up from my phone having a sudden urge to look to my left. That’s when I realize that he is sitting right across from me. My heartbeat starts to quicken, and my mind suddenly stops working. I subconsciously start twisting that white and gold ring on my left hand, a habit I only do when I’m nervous, and look back over to my friend about to say someth...

A Rose And It’s Thorn

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19 min read

I open my eyes and gasp for air. Memories come rushing back. The war, my mother yelling at me to stay in the castle and to not go fight, my father looking back at me with pleading eyes as a hooded figure shoved their sword into his chest. Wait. _Hooded figure? _The society. I remember the society. A secret society going behind enemy lines, and _our_ lines, acting to help but just getting intel to ...

Romance

Fantasy

Autumn 🍂

A. Rose 🌹

1 min read

“It’s too early to start dreaming about fall!”

Sorry, but you’re wrong. 🤷‍♀️

The leaves on the ground swirl around you in a colorful whirlwind of autumn and the air smells of long nights watching horror movies, rain, and soft, cashmere sweaters. The familiar sight of pumpkins carved with grotesque features, and cute original faces smiling back at you from the creaky porch of old houses, greets...

Once Upon A Lifetime

A. Rose 🌹

5 min read

“Well what do you suppose we do. We can’t just sit here, helpless and afraid.” I spoke to my mother with such disdain in my voice, on any regular day I would have gotten lessons on being proper. “Ellisette. Your father and his men are fighting this war. We have been over this, you _cannot_ go fight.” I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white. Perhaps any regular princess would have listened...

Fantasy

Romance

The Knife And The Dagger (Part 1)

A. Rose 🌹

4 min read

Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me - although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them. This by far is the most tricky situation I have ever found myself in. Let me explain.

I pull back the bow string and align my shot. I’m about to release and let the arrow fly towards the target when my mothers voice from behind me makes me flinch. I miss. I curse...

Fantasy

Adventure

Ghost Of Her

A. Rose 🌹

1 min read

We live in a land where where the footprints of ghosts linger.

That’s why I see you everywhere.

In the halls walking with that smile on your face

In the choir room singing with such grace

At your house where you spent your final days.

Even the cardboard on the ground keeps your memory around

And when someone asks for a hug I can’t help but think about breaking down

And now when I see someone wal...

Poetry

My Dream World

A. Rose 🌹

1 min read

Sometimes the only way to really forget everything is to go to sleep.

That’s when I dream of her. She’s alive and laughing, she’s hugging me tightly, she’s smiling, she’s _breathing_. My dream world is a place where I walk into school on that October day and see her smiling at me and waiting to go to class together, replacing the memory of me going to school that day in a hoodie with the sleeve s...

The Women With The Knife

A. Rose 🌹

2 min read

If he wasn’t going to love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone. I walked up to his door and glanced at the time on my phone, 11:37 at night. I knocked on the door three times and waited with a smile on my face for him to open the door. When he finally awoke and came downstairs he opened the door and there was shock on his face, “Emily? What are you doing here? We broke up, remember?” He tried to cl...

Horror

Crime