Rose Willows

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2024

Stories (3)

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“They Should Make a Thank-You Card for That” by Rose Willows

Submitted to Contest #261

They Should Make a Thank-You Card for That Thank-You for coming!7/17/2013Kate,Thank-you for coming to my grad party! Can’t believe you drove 4 hours but it was great to have you there. How are we adults now? College was amazing, especially the last few years with you. I couldn’t haven’t asked for a better roommate. I’m going to miss you so much. Keep in touch!Love,MaryPS- Good luck on your interview! Thank-you…8/15/2013Mary,Everyone at my new job thinks I have a rich boyfriend now, so thank-you very much for those flowers. You’re the best fo...

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“M is for Mother” by Rose Willows

Submitted to Contest #260

Sensitive Content: Murder, Sobriety, Language             The last handful of earth scarcely touched the shiny black casket when the press began to swarm.  Like flies to shit, Luca thought. His father’s voice echoed in his mind, scolding him for such language. Except his father was no longer here.  The family barely got to see his body lowered into the ground before they were ushered away, large black umbrellas shielding them from unwanted photographers. Rocco Bianchi, rut...

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“Memory Loss” by Rose Willows

Submitted to Contest #258

Empty boxes stood sentry in the foyer, beckoning Henry. Threatening him. The clock was ticking- three days to pack up his entire life. He idled at the kitchen table, freshly mopped tile slick under his feet. A lukewarm mug of jet black coffee and an old fashioned donut sat untouched in front of him. The thought of eating turned his stomach. If he ate, then he’d have to read the paper. And then he’d have to get to packing. Henry has lost everything. First his memories went, achingly slow, minute by minute he lost a little more of who he was t...

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Author bio

I’m Rose 👋🏼 I’ve been writing in some fashion my whole life. Poetry, short stories, journaling. Writing allows me to be who I am. As dramatic, as eccentric, without any limits or boxes to fit within.