Sunlight-Colored Roses

A sanctuary for dreams and shadows

writing

  • A new era

    Things are a little deconstructed here. A little messy. I’ve experimented a little bit with new ways to write. Before the school semester started, I wrote some personal journal entries with my new typewriter. However, lately, I’ve been distracted from my creative projects. The way I originally learned to blog was this stream-of-consciousness “Livejournal” style, Continue reading

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  • The long-haired girls: Characters, dolls, Shakespeare

    Those girls in my shadow-world feel like my kindred. I feel more secure in the real world when I am half in my shadow-world. It’s easier to smile; I feel distant, unconcerned when I feel those other presences nearby. Josette is one of my long-haired shadow girls, and there are many half-formed girls around her. Continue reading

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  • The Navarres

    It was so hot that I felt like my skin would catch fire. I hadn’t felt so hot in a long time. This choking, wet heat of Louisiana cannot be found anywhere as far north as Oklahoma. Cicadas rasped around us so loudly I could not hear myself think. It was an otherworldly feeling, trampling Continue reading

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  • Cambriel – 25,112

    I located a feature in Microsoft Word called auto-summary. The program tries to guess key points of your work and make a summary. You can control the size. Basically, it looks like a lot of random sentences put together, and it sounds very creepy. Continue reading

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  • Similes

    The birdcage was like a little temple, with smooth white lines and a domed roof. The birdcage was like a prison with confining metal bars. The birdcage was fashioned like a small white palace. The birdcage was like a white eggshell, the yellow canary at its center. Like a white moon, the little birdcage illuminated Continue reading

  • “Oh, Roger.” Margaret pressed her hand to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t.” His voice was sharp, his expression forbidding. “Don’t say anything like that to me about the matter. I’m very happy for Katherine.” She reached out to touch his hand, feeling sad at the stabbing pain in his eyes. “Then I am too, of Continue reading

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  • The bronze gorilla

    When she was a girl she had gone there once, wading amidst waist-high weeds and picking through the brambles to get to the old cottage. She remembered it. Prior to that, she had found a key in a drawer in an old dresser box in the spare room of her house and had speculated endlessly about Continue reading

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  • The Idea of Order at Key West

    Wallace Stevens She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not Continue reading

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  • White as Snow

    I dreamed of darkness and dreamed of you in my snow-bound sleep Awakened with a kiss my eyes flew wide, my lips red as blood warmed by your touch. You stole me away to a place where the wind in the trees moaned like the restless dead, where spiders plotted my death in the dooryard Continue reading

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  • “You must let me go,” she said. She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders and shivered. “I cannot do that,” he growled through the glass, his features contorted. She knew he felt as cold and dreadful as she did. She touched the glass as though to reach the features of his face, which Continue reading

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