Rose CG

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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“Through Masked Faces” by Rose CG

I park my car and sit for a few minutes alone to gather myself. I hold my head upon the steering wheel; this was not the moment I had in mind when I thought about reaching out to the family. I contemplate how life has a way of taking unexpected twists and turns when one least expects them or even wants them. I say a short prayer before heading to the church. I soon enter through two large old br...

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“The Journey of Marlia” by Rose CG

Topic: This is the story of a teenage girl's journey into adulthood, who must choose between her self-respect and the husband she once trusted and loved.**************************** Mild Domestic Violence*************************Marlia's terror of abandonment overwhelmed her leaving her empty as a broken egg smashed on a hot sidewalk. She clung to the edge of a pillar on the steps of the front porch weeping silently. The sun began to sink into the horizon as she watched her husband drive away for the la...

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“Reflections of Time” by Rose CG

Marcus moved closer to the edge of the window to get a better look at the red-headed woman under the black Fedora sitting in the back of the small cafe. There was something about the red-headed lady's smile that caught Marcus's attention as he passed the cafe window of the train station. The painted Christmas decorations and frost across the front window hinder his viewpoint. The possibility of the woman being Anya seemed beyond his dreams. He last saw her the night he boarded the train to be sent overseas one snowy night just like this b...

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“Another Chance” by Rose CG

 I plan on enjoying myself until I discover his picture on the back table with the label "The Departed." In disbelief, I take hold of his picture frame to get a better view of the image in the photograph. Again my hands become clammy and cold as tears saturate my eyes. I realize the man in the picture is my old friend Renny. I should have told him how much I always appreciated his love and friendship. I am unable to find words to express the mountain of regret that swells in my memories of him. I whisper to myself, " Renny,...

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“Yeah, Daddy Moon Cheese!” by Rose CG

The evening brings a warm summer breeze that brushes my hair about my sweaty, dirty face. I am five, and my sisters and I are dancing and screaming all around our new backyard because it is moving day. The brownness of the dry grass, no running water, or working lights does not deter us from celebrating the day. Before this, the summer is a difficult time for my parents; they struggle to take care of us. We lost our home back in May. We are living like a pack of sardines in my parents' station wagon in grandma Dela'...

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“You're Next, Ms. Tesala (submitted 7/31/20)” by Rose CG

There was no escape from the sterile examination room. Melonia's palms began to sweat, and her respiration elevated as she began to hyperventilate. She acknowledged it was almost senseless to try to escape. Her eyes followed the thin line around the two doors next to each other. The door on the left lead to the Moon Project and the other to an unknown secret laboratory. She encountered no handles or buttons to open the locks of the air pressure doors. The entry door that captured an image of her iris remained locked. The steel cold table ...

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“A Turning of Destiny” by Rose CG

I had driven through the moonless night to get there; I desperately needed to get there. It was the one place in the world that I felt safe. Even the moon seemed to abandon me that night, in the distance, the lonely stars twinkling brightly in the sky guided me to my secret place in the cove. The clock in my car displayed two a.m. when I arrived on the deserted beach.I sat in the car listening to the roar of the Pacific, pondering my next step. I could no longer hold back my tears and began to cry. Annie, my terrier...

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“Her Name Was Moky” by Rose CG

The bright sunlight peeked in through the cracks of the withered wooden door of our childhood tree-house, which stood perched in the old oak tree in the afternoon quiet. Only the low chatter of some sparrows echoed from the forest at the edge of the backyard. Undaunted by the darkness of the room the sunlight slithered across the floor to rest upon my eyes until I could no longer ignore it. The sunlight poked in from in-between the spaces of the branches of the oak tree; it must have been up for hours before I noticed it watchi...

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♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Hi! I thank you for visiting my page. I appreciate and welcome any comments you would like to share concerning my stories. I know your observations of my work will only help me improve my skills. Sincerely, Rose ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Connect with Rose CG @Medium.com.