Ramiled Rose

“Unwavering fear” by Ramiled Rose

The cars hadn’t moved in over an hour, people were honking and screaming profanities, some tried to leave but we were all far too close together to go anywhere. People had begun getting out of their cars and walking around even. Everyone was sick and tired of being here and I was no exception.  Finally, the radio addressed the situation, but what I heard was no reassurance.  “There seem to be people rioting in the streets, traffic is jammed till police handle the situation and arrest those involved. People are highly dangerous ...

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“Reflection” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #101

The first time I saw him… I thought I was going crazy. Not because he was some dashing man, or because his words made my heart skip a beat… no, it was because he followed me.  But not in this world, no… he’s stuck wherever my reflection is. Yet when I look at where he should stand he isn’t there, he… doesn't exist. So I still find myself believing I have gone mad. That I have lost my mind… have I lost my mind.  “Sanaii.” He called me… his voice always calm, his voice always held some happiness in it, it’s like this was normal...

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“When Monsters Feast” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #100

I’ve amassed an army, humans are terrified and I have become a king. The abyss no longer holds me hostage and humanity as I’ve known it has advanced. But no level of technology could have made them foresee me.  And as I stood on top of the world, the poor little girl that held my hand in the abyss walked in. Her face inhuman, her stride was calm, she stopped in front of me with a new form I failed to recognize at first glance.  “I see you’re doing well Vi.” I tell her, as her gaze looks up at me, and empty eyes stare back.&nbsp...

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“The Beasts in the Abyss” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #99

The girl seemed to stick to me like I was her life support. She’d cling to my hand as we walked through the dark place. If I could barely see a few feet ahead of me she could probably barely see her own hands in front of her face.“Vi, let go of my hand,” I say to the girl whose name I’d barely found out maybe hours ago. She sobbed, slowly letting go of my hand, keeping a soft grip on my sleeve, “I’m scared… where’s my mom?”“I don’t know,” I say, how can she expect anyone to be found in a place where you can barely see. Hearing is a sens...

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“Key to the Abyss” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #97

When I walked into my grandmother's old home I was filled with the memories I had here. She’d taken care of me most of my childhood, my parent worked tirelessly to pay for my future.  And when she passed away, I felt so alone. It took so long for me to cope with her loss. So much so I feel that I’ve cried here much more than my own father who was her son.  But she left this home to me. And finally, after well over a year, I get to come here. It’s not been kept in the best of conditions but I’ll make sure it gets up to date.&nbs...

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“Quiet Memories” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #96

It must have been so late, no lights out, not a sound in the night. Felt like anything yet nothing was watching me. Maybe it's just my head playing tricks. Or maybe I've just watched too many movies. I can't help but laugh at such a silly thought. But I quiet down, it feels weird for my laugh to be the only thing I hear. Almost like I'm insane...I walk through an empty house, that's not really all that empty when you think about it. It's filled with memories, dreams, and ambitions. I walk through this empty house, seeing as the wor...

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“Nostalgia” by Ramiled Rose

Submitted to Contest #91

When the library closed the owner went and walked upstairs to her apartment. Yawning tiredly from all the work she’d had all day. Not many people came by but keeping a library required cleaning and organizing the books, taking care of them, and replacing damaged ones. She smiled when she had heard walking downstairs, used to all the things that would come out at night. She’d grown so used to them, after running the library for a year. In fact, she looked forward to after hours.  The steps on the stairs quickened as a young man dress...

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