Caillete Rose
Bio
Writing fueled by the creative alchemy of caffeine, DID/PTSD, Sleep Deprivation, and Trauma.
Life's a complicated, beautiful nightmare. Why not write about it?
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Stories (8/0)
The First Publication
Part One: The End of Perfecting Finally, I’d been wanting to do this for such a long time. It sounds strange, but I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I only have a limited memory of my childhood, so maybe that’s why, but it’s always been a pastime of mine. I’ve always read and written in cycles, reading half of a book I’d found then beginning to write my own or continuing a previous work. At the time I reached High School, I had completed two full manuscripts. I never published them, of course, and they are gone now, but that’s a thought for another time. Right now, I need to put the finishing touches on my latest manuscript. While I adjusted the words on the cover to the placement, I wanted I thought about how I’d gotten here. Like I said, my previous manuscripts are gone now but, this manuscript contains some poetry that survived that loss hidden in a notebook from way back in middle school. I did the math in my head, that was eight years ago. I’ve, of course, broken down, edited, and re-written them so many times saying they are the same poem as they were way back when is a bit of a white lie; none the less, I’ve finally done it. I’ve completed a book of sorts and I’m going to publish it.
By Caillete Rose5 months ago in Writers
The Lecture
You slip into the crowded lecture hall and take a seat toward the back. You look at the clock on the wall to check the time. Perfect. As you had intended, you’ve arrived fashionably late. This course was incredibly boring, and the professor counted attendance through the end-of-class quiz. You’d figured out weeks ago that the quizzes were on the previous week’s content and all the previous week’s materials, including lecture recordings, were posted on the course’s website. Now you show up toward the end of class with the quiz material adequately studied and get to avoid most of the boredom that is learning physics in a crowded lecture hall. You’d tried at the beginning of the semester to come to the lecture and pay attention, but it was difficult to follow the professor’s words in such a crowded room. It was much easier to learn the material at home where the distractions were minimal. Unfortunately, this left you at a disadvantage on some of the extra credit questions and if the professor called on you to answer a question, it was an issue, sort of. Most of the class couldn’t hear you speak across such a massive space, anyway.
By Caillete Rose5 months ago in Fiction
Night Terror
Content Warning: Grief, Death, A Pandemic, and Mental Illness The sadness she felt since the loss of her sister cut so deep that no breath would come from her aching lungs. The tears of grief that used to flow so freely would no longer come. Her eyes had become the window to her soul, a barren desert, a land without relief. She turned her aching eyes to the screen in front of her. The ancient newscaster’s words seared into her mind. “we currently know the virus as ‘Night terror’ is infecting the citizens of Uz. This virus is incredibly dangerous and appears to be spreading rapidly. While it is unknown how this virus spreads, we urge citizens to proceed with caution. Early symptoms include insomnia, hyperactivity, and extreme hunger. As the virus progresses, the infected individuals hallucinate. These hallucinations often include strange creatures or animals and the individuals may become violent if approached during an episode. We urge family and friends to contact authorities and medical personnel if they notice someone exhibiting these symptoms. There is currently no known cure.”
By Caillete Rose6 months ago in Horror
Lost in Time - The Forgotten Sands
My lips cracked, and the wind cut through me, biting into the exposed skin. The arid air filled my lungs with dust, and I opened my eyes to shield them from the harsh sunlight. The howling of the wind broke the silence only. It tore through me, leaving paper-cut-like scars on my exposed skin. I stood up slowly. My body ached, my scorched skin stiffened against the sudden motion. How did I get here?
By Caillete Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Birthday Cake
Birthday Cake – Short Story Caille Rose Trigger Warning – Portrayal of Eating Disorder/Disordered Eating. “Oh, my goodness! Sarah?! You look great! Have you lost weight?” A smile twitched at the edge of my lips as I looked up to see my old friend Rachel was in the line with me.
By Caillete Rose3 years ago in Fiction
