Roosie Rose
Bio
I believe writing is more than words on a page it is the power to transform pain into purpose, to heal what is broken, and to discover who we truly are. I don't have professional degree but I love what I write and read it millions of time .
Stories (4)
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The Broken Wings . Content Warning.
As usual , my world was a straight line - from the school gates to my front door and back again . Nothing really excites me anymore, I told myself . Really nothing . I carry my school bag and again take the route to my school . Walking to the school , I was a little late that day due to my unstable emotions which were very overwhelming .
By Roosie Rose6 months ago in Humans
When Hearts First Whisper.
It all happens that day right . The day when I have a first glimpse of your smile. If you are wondering what this lines mean then hey ! Ready for a rollercoaster ride of my life fasten your belt . Hahaha I know I know I talk a lot . My Introduction . I am your very favorite Rose I guess so .
By Roosie Rose6 months ago in Confessions
WANDERING ME
WANDERING ME ? On the day of summer ,when sun was warmly mocking the Earth . Me and my group of 5 friends decide to go on a summer camp like every person desires. Explaining , the camp excitement some of them were planning the destination , some of them were budgeting the funds , some of them were planning dress codes , some of them were planning about the hitting new cuisine , some of them were planning the activities to do on camping already .
By Roosie Rose7 months ago in Humans
WHO IS SHE ?
Who is SHE ? long ago a lingering memory in my mind which is still articulate and definite . The dream I perceive on a regular basis almost for a year. I still clearly remember each and every moment of that dream more clearly than a reality . Conveying that dream ," I saw a large dark forest surrounded by black thick fog which was suffocating me , choke me and strangle me". I began to run , run toward the exist only to found that there was no place to go , there was neither the beginning nor the exist , I was stuck helplessly , cluelessly , wandering here and there struggling in that dark meadow.
By Roosie Rose7 months ago in Fiction
