A. Rose Prose
Welcome to my little slice of madness. This site is one part creative writing portfolio, one part literary rambling, and a hefty dash of whatever else comes out of my caffeine-addled brain.
Latest from the Blog:
Brightly Burning
There’s an echoing thud left over from the impact Brightly Burning makes as I hurl it against the wall. The book slithers to the floor as if ashamed for the sobs it has pulled from my chest. I hate it, I hate Mercedes Lackey, I hate myself for each immersive layer of empathy the book has taken from me.To unwrite the written…
Seasons Meetings
The world was new, the weather indeterminate, and in a room somewhere the four seasons were arguing.“You’re late, as always,” Summer drawled at the newcomer’s naked back from an armchair near the center of the room. “How can you expect favor when you can’t even arrive when you’re supposed to each year?”“N-Newness takes t-time,” Spring…
A Household Utensil’s Day Off
The Hands are gone this morning and you breathe a sigh of relief—well, not literally, because you’re a sponge, and sponges don’t sigh so much as simply deflate a bit. Your scouring side still aches from last night’s skillet and its stubborn burnt remnants. You wanted to scream at the stupid Hand that this wasn’t…
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