Roxie ...

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

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8 Stories

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“The letters” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #79

Dear Nolae,It seemed stupid for me to write to you first, but I kept thinking about you and I felt bad. You know, i never stopped loving you, haha you could call me dramatic I guess. But for me just being your friend was enough, I guess that is until we stopped talking. If I’m honest I knew Alice liked you, I was shy around you, I was scared you’d leave me for her, I know I’m slightly over perceptive and paranoid but i couldn’t bear the pain if you did. Part of me realises I was stupid, yet other part of me thinks I was smart because you’d w...

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“Hallucination Prt3. green eyed pov” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #44

A/n: Ok so this took a while and I don’t know if anyone will take the time to read this but this story is based off of random memories that make no sense in my head, it's about a person who I knew a very long time ago then suddenly they vanished and I never saw them again. That person did have green eyes and messy light brown hair, and to this very day I still question his existence. This next part it part three of hallucination, it's from the green-eyed persons perspective. Please read ...

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“Hallucination Prt 2.” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #44

A/N: Please read hallucination Prt 1 before you read this. What would you do if someone you loved no longer existed? As if they never existed in the first place and were only a figment of your imagination. What if you were so sure they loved you, but then they vanish into thin air? What would you do? Cry yourself to sleep. Scream at the top of your lungs for no one else to hear. What if no one cared or if no one knew? How do you cope? Let the feelings be buried at the bottom of your heart only to resurface and tear you into sh...

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“Hallucination prt 1.” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #44

There was a tree, the branches curved over my head letting the shadows fall on my face. I could see the sunlight peeking out from in-between the leaves. This was where he died. Or so I believe he did, for after this moment I have no memory of ever being with him again. It’s almost like he died in my heart, he must’ve been lonely to reside in such a cold, dark heart such as mine. A place where no one else was ever in, yet a place that was made warm by his touch. I don’t know where he is, I can never see his green eyes...

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“The Crying Sky” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #43

It was a cold, solemn, bitter day. Well only for most people as Racheal sat there, on the damp, wooden bench. The sky was grey with grief as it seemingly cried into the downpour of rain. Her long brown locks were dripping with the icy tears of the sky as she bitterly cried. Lonely. This was what she was, as all her dreams were no longer anywhere in view. She couldn’t picture herself with a future, just like everyone else. No way out, no last chance, it was all blown to smithereens.  Her whole body ached, her would painfully neck cl...

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“Purple Eyes” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #39

“look up at the stars” he says whilst looking up at the night sky. “Make a wish with all your heart and soul... when you do, truly honestly believe it will come true.” It was about 5 years ago, the day before he left. His eyes so intently looking up at the starry sky as if it where his own paradise, lost in the world of the night and left being concealed and hidden. Trapped in a moonlit stance. Foolish really, I was. As I sat there perched on the edge of the window to my second story apartment, looking up at the...

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“Ginger” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #38

She stares at me, her big brown eyes now fluttering in the sunlight. Outstretched her paws lay on the warm carpet. Opposite me in a small cramped room, she lays grooming herself on the spot as the blue walls surrounding her are set light by the sun. The malting fur floats in the air, landing on the tip of my nose and the.... Oh, I forgot again. I sigh as I am snapped back into reality. Awaiting on twenty or so emails, barely passing deadlines for different projects. I steadily lift my hand to reach for my pen, resisting the temptation to loo...

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“Summer wings” by Roxie ...

Submitted to Contest #38

I see it, as the piano notes cascade down my ear canal leaving nothing but a vibration. A beautiful butterfly, golden like the fiery sun I fear the most, yellow like the silky hair of the boy in front of me and silver like the tears that fall from his jealous green eyes. Emerald like the drums he plays, slowly yet steadily keeping pace with my heartbeat. It flies freely. I watch and envy it as its elegant wings flutter in the distance, flying ever so high. My breaths are shallow as I lift my right hand up onto my guitar, the g...

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