Rosy C. Howard
Bio
Art │Design │Illustration
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Poetry + Visual Arts
Stories (5/0)
Bad Kerning
Lucille sat and sunk into the couch tired after a hard day of work, all while clutching her long knotted pearl necklace with matching 10mm faux pearl earrings under her warm, espresso colored hair, chopped at the earlobe a la Chanel. Her stomach growled loudly which reminded her of an unwanted walk to the deli, corner store to buy fixings for her favorite sandwich. She took a deep breath and ejected herself off of the couch toward the door where she put on her black, flat Mary Jane shoes matching her black dress.
By Rosy C. Howard3 years ago in Fiction
The Typewriter Club
The air was filled with chuckles while Markus was erecting the sign of his new business, The Typewriter Club. Markus was descending the ladder with a smirk, looking straight at his friend Robert’s face. Robert said “ Dude! Typewriter Club…are you sure you want to do this? Everyone nowadays just keeps their faces hunched over their phones.” “Robert, I told you, I have talked with some of my writer friends that want to use typewriters, including the ones that own typewriters. They often complain to me that they cannot use them in their apartments without neighbors knocking on their doors asking ‘what the heck was that noise.’ So here it is.”
By Rosy C. Howard3 years ago in Fiction
August
August The carmine sun In an exceptionally beautiful summer afternoon just driving her way back home, August always took that route, the old carmine barn route. She loved the combination of the carmine color with the deep green windows and doors. An old traditional barn, but well kept. It seems to be used as a home office as well. The windows were dressed with curtains and lights twinkling through. That barn has always been full of life and the happiest place she has ever seen. That Sunday the sun shining just behind the barn gave it a wonderful golden contour. The front of the barn provides cooling and comforting shade sheltering the children playing with their toys under the manicured plants and flowering bushes. The adults were having a gathering around a bonfire and the smell of smoke, cedar wood and cinnamon was filling the air.
By Rosy C. Howard3 years ago in Fiction
