Ambassador Rose

“Esmerelda, Conquistadora” by Ambassador Rose

Submitted to Contest #133

The moon was out and, like an unholy bloodlust, her penchant for Hoity-Toity’s thick, rich, chocolate cake ribboned with three layers of frosting wouldn’t let her go. Ezzy checked her phone; she still had time, but they closed within the hour. She slid into sandals, threw her hair into a messy bun, and stepped outside fully prepared to be mugged of all cosmetic dignity by the southern lack of breeze. Instead, the crisp a...

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“Out of Eden” by Ambassador Rose

Submitted to Contest #132

Leaving Eden was like stepping back into the void of anyone’s making. Heavy mouth breathers hoarding island chimeras promised the world to people like Starling and her mother. Whether light or shadow, heaven or hell, nonetheless, there was no going back.  Kansas City, Missouri had been a proverbial Eden prior to Starling’s father’s death. Every step forward was swallowed within the shado...

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“Rotations” by Ambassador Rose

They seemed to follow one another – the one that made me nervous, followed by the one that was happy, and then – my favorite – the nice one. I wondered why. Where were they going? They didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Above my head, the last followed the first and, then, the next, always the same. I wanted to move with them. I reached out to them from below, but they were in another world from me, so far away. I tried to call out to them, but they never seemed to hear me. I sighed.Wa...

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“Dedicated To My Backstabber (With Love)” by Ambassador Rose

Submitted to Contest #129

It was a middle-aged chalet, set in the Blue Ridge Mountains; we were a superannuated couple, her and I, set in our ways; and the unusually harsh northern wind was set on excoriating anyone who planned to have a good time outside. We often stayed in… but today was different. Very different.  I held a steamy mug of coffee prisoner between my palms and let my gaze run free outside of the frosted windowpanes. There w...

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“The Liberty Teahouse” by Ambassador Rose

Submitted to Contest #128

Equable, I was; not prone to meddling, not eager to incur my friends’ displeasure, yet there I stood, at the door of The Nox Teahouse – a humble structure that doubled as Jillian’s home – where I was certain to eulogize too much, set my skin in the color of equivocations, and hear a dozen euphemisms before the party was through.  Taking a deep breath, I looked down at my tennis shoes. Not exact...

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