Erin Rose

 I've mentioned a few times I've been in a bit of a writer's slump lately. I have been staring at the same drafts for moons now, unsure of what to do with them, where to take the story, blah blah blah....  I thought a lot of it had to do with the fact that I had a lot of work published that I no longer loved. So, I removed it with the idea that I would tell the stories behind them. Now, that is just sitting in drafts, not because I don't love the idea of having an autobiographical anthology of sorts, but it's been more of a time issue with all of the things going on in life. Every once in a while, a blurb of an idea will come from my keyboard. This is one of them. I am not sure what I am going to do with it yet. If I should create a new story, new character, new everything or, if this should be inserted into the already started tale that's been sitting patiently for me to add to it.  We shall see. Unlike some writers who sit and crank out tales from start to fin...

For every beast, there is beauty. For every wolf, there is red. For every light, there is dark. The wolf howls, the beast roars, the petals fall to the floor. One by one until they're no longer, forevermore. ~ Erin Rose She Writes Things Photo Credit: Saw it on FB. Did a image search and could not find original source to credit creator.

  “There won’t ever be another you. That smile. That swagger. The way you carry yourself to the public only to be transformed by night. The way we match on the things that matter and don’t know what doesn’t. You growl, I bite back. You never tried to tame me or change me. You accepted your fate and kept going. It’s the way you look at me- like I’m your absolute best friend and yet your hunted prey ready to be devoured at a moments notice knowing I’m going to devour you, too.” - Erin Rose

‘I hate that fucking green dot.’ she thought to herself. ‘The dot that glares at me, tells me you are online. The one that once upon a time meant hours of conversations. Hours of smiles and laughs. A bright spot on a cloudy day. Now, it just means nothing more than silence.’ Sometimes she could ignore that green light. She tried. Every day she tried.  Tonight was hard as she sat there, staring at that little green light for hours in the darkness. She wanted to reach out. But she knew the end result of that. She knew it would be nothing more than politeness. Honestly, that was worse than the silence. So, she watched that green dot. ‘I really miss him,’ she thought. ‘Maybe one day I won’t. But tonight, tonight it surrounds me with darkness and takes my breath away.’ (C) Erin Rose Work in process.....  

  She closed that door thinking she’d never hear from him again. Oh, but how very wrong she was. “We’ll meet again. In another life. Another time. Maybe.” the voicemail chimed.

  WIP I can't do this. I can't sit here and be okay with telling you goodbye. Goodbye always seemed so final and I don't want this to be final. It can't be the ending. Not here, not now. ~ Erin Rose

  WIP There are no safe words here... Is this going to be a problem for you? ~ Erin Rose

  I'm waiting, watching, seeing, learning. Your scent, it lingers. I'm patient. I'll wait. ~ Erin Rose work in process 

  .... simply needed to take that breath she was holding on to. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  .... The only cure is the taste of you. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  You didn't even stick around to watch me burn. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  ..there would be no turning back. ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

Writing Status Update: Main character names have been chosen.  New round of editing begins. & to think of titles. 

  Those eyes, they cast a spell on me............. ~ Erin Rose Work in process 

  Silly boy.... ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  She ran her fingers across my soul and hit places her words never touched. ~Erin Rose Work in process. 

Killer...... Erin Rose. Work in process.   

  She smiled at him...... ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  Love, she thought ~ Erin Rose Work in process. 

  ... I can't do this.... ~ Erin Rose 🖤