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RoseTone ~LoA~

Joined April 2010.

67 stories, 6 challenges, 343 comments, and 42 friends

I can be reached at:
stoneflowersofautumn@gmail.com

“For creative Fantasy is founded upon the hard recognition that things are so in the world as it appears in under the sun; on a recognition of fact, but not a slavery to it” ~J. R. R. Tolkien

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RoseTone
Flower in Stone
Metal Flesh and Brittle Bone
Wandering Poet missing home.
Amused on a short fuse and never myself alone
This is just me trying to stay in the zone:
A writing side rarely shown
Me – RoseTone

Stories

  1. What am I to you?

    His hands were shaking. “Talk to me – don’t keep it inside. What are you thinking?” She turned away, tilted her head up to the pale moon. “I don’t want this to end…” He let his arms fall and took a step f...

  2. His Choice

    He crouches down on the rock, surveys the landscape as best he can. He tells me that I should enjoy the view – someday my eyes will turn this into the haze of colors that he can barely see. As he stands I take his arm, guiding the old man careful...

  3. CUT!

    Jarret kicked down the door and charged in. Kvelk was standing near the window. “Knocking is generally considered polite before entrance…” He turned around, a hand on the hilt of his sword. Jarret growled as he point his blade towards...

  4. Couldn't Save Her, Couldn't Stop Her (Mature)

  5. Beautiful Terrors

    Jalek shook me awake. Softly, dreamily, silently – they were coming across the field. They really are quite beautiful in the moonlight. Pale and slender, moving with ease and a grace unlike anything else in the world. He half-smiled and gave me a...

  6. Plotting

    “Well now… this won’t do…” His soft round features were heavily marred by the vicious scowl. Contemptuously, he tossed the slim folder onto his desk. The greasy looking personage standing before him grinned hopefully. Pull...

  7. Escape

    In the dim light I nearly ran into it. Valctor and Feela were sobbing for breath. Both looking to me for a solution. Down the tunnel behind us, the feeders were closing the distance – us, their escaping prey trapped. The passage blocked off with ...