S.S. Rose

Have you ever opened your eyes while underwater? Objects are blurred; colors and boundaries smeared like a toddler’s finger-paint. Sounds are elongated and slurred, muffled gurgles manipulated by th

Hello everyone! Please let me know if you would be interested in reading more of this. The following prologue is the beginning of the chronicled events of a section of ...

Hello! I wrote this a very long time ago and have no idea no idea what to do with it. I don't want to let it go, though. Any suggestions?S.S. ...

Hello dear readers! This story is the continuation of a fledgling post I made recently to YWS called "Jesse's Wine". Any of you who were interested in that might enjoy ...

Two days later Jesse invited Ariane to tea. “Tell her to come alone,” he said to me. I was reluctant, but Jesse had told me nothing of my sister’s breakdown, ...

"The Lord replied to Moses, 'Whoever has sinned against me I will blot out of my Book.'" Exodus 32:33My feet crunch the leaves, colorless in the night. They are fallen ...

“My moon, my moon! Touch it, have it!” A child’s voice echoes like rain in the brisk November air. It has been a typical Michigan autumn, and Papa carries me ...

Tears of Things There was nothing, and yet the girl was not afraid. The formlessness of the dream was typical, and though the depth, space, and hollowness of the place ...

On sunny days, the light of the late afternoon slants into Bartie’s store and illuminates the lenses of hundreds of sunglasses, all arranged in tidy rows and along four ...