Jenn R M

Aspiring writer for high fantasy, sapphic romance, and faeries. I also have a website. https://authorjenniferrm.com/

https://authorjenniferrm.com

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Jenn R M

Aspiring writer for high fantasy, sapphic romance, and faeries. I also have a website. https://authorjenniferrm.com/

https://authorjenniferrm.com

Writings

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Rights

Jenn R M

1 min read

they were avoided by me

I steeered clear of Them

As the night wore on . . .

I enjoyed some nice cocktails...

no cocks for me, thanks

they were moving

making a a ... a ruckus

I prayed to the god I no longer cared for

they would just pass by me

pretty tall? the blue dress shimmered

I giggled, shimmer, glitter

I swayyyed the music swayed with the blue

they blocked my view

...

Drama

Poetry

Typical

Jenn R M

1 min read

Some nights I lay silently on the grass and listen to the trees argue. It's always the same thing. 'Your branches are too close to mine. I need my space.'

'I can't stop growing but I'm trying but the wind is working against me.'

'I know. I'm sorry I just feel so closed in. So trapped.'

They're probably talking about the neighbors new fence. At least they are trying now. I hope they can work throu...

Fantasy

Memory

Jenn R M

1 min read

"Who are you?" -those were the hardest words to hear in my life. But I knew I would hear them eventually. I wonder if this is how she felt when she was in my position. I wonder if this is how my child will feel when it happens to them. There's no way to tell. Just the hope to pass down empathy in order to get through these hard times.

"Jenn." I say back. That's all she needs to know. If I tell he...

Poetry

Horror

Thoughts

Jenn R M

1 min read

If silence had a scent, it would smell like a puzzle. The old musty smell when remaking a favorite or the smell of a freshly open bag of pieces, pieces that still have shavings of paper because they weren't cut perfectly during manufacturing.

Or silence could be the smell of freshly mowed grass. When the mower is grinding away at overgrown grass all of my thoughts are drowned out and I find that ...

Horror

Humour

The Closet

Jenn R M

2 min read

Her hips were swinging with the beat that flowed through this strange piece of beauty. Her timing was just slightly off but she didn’t care. Her stockings were ripped but could have been on purpose. Her black tank top was hidden beneath a blue fishnet top that went up her arms. She had adorned her wrists with to many bracelets that clicked together. This human didn’t seem to care for a dance party...

Fantasy

YA fiction

Vera Wakes Up

Jenn R M

1 min read

Everything was calm

The breeze on my palm

Was cool and refreshing

The silence wasn’t pressing

But instead it was a blessing

A distant rumbling calls

I cannot hear through the walls

A door burst so grand

A time to take a stand

A person and a hand

This is not good

This is not how it should

My silence replaced by screams

No one else can hear

My body tears to the extremes

My head no lon...

Poetry

Fantasy

Pink

Jenn R M

1 min read

“When the moon is full it will bloom. You just have to wait little one.” Momo flapped her butterfly wings and floated about the unopened buds. My dragonfly wings were noisy and less elegant than Momos. I looked upon her wings with envy.

“How long until the full moon?” I glance up to the sky but the canopy covered most of the stars.

“Oh about 3 days until it’s full. Don’t worry we’ll check each n...

YA fiction

Fantasy

The Closet- Ugh

Jenn R M

1 min read

“Go on. If you want to leave with your friend you will have to give our dear princess a kiss.” His highness gestures to a white haired girl sitting on an ornate throne. Her jewels glittered like starlight against her pale skin.

He’s laughing at me. He knows I don’t like anything and he’s doing it again. This time I don’t really have a choice. Ser might have caused all of my problems as of late bu...

Fantasy

YA fiction

The Perfect Murder

Jenn R M

1 min read

He didn’t mean to hit it. But. . . It just wiggled into the road right after. I thought he was fine. But nothing beats rubber. Except maybe my luck. Dumb thing....

Mystery

Horror

Roses

Jenn R M

1 min read

Everyone loves getting a rose. They place them in a vase and put them or it on display, in a place that should get enough light. They water them but how long can they be expected to last. Not as long as any of us would like. They sit there enjoying glances from you, who received this gift with love. Never knowing how long it would last. Would it last? Could it last? No. Nothing ever lasts. Soon al...

Romance

YA fiction