If you were a bowl of soup
I would become a loaf of crusty bread
And I would marry you in the evening
While you are bubbling on the stove top
And I am baking in the oven
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Rowan Riley
I've been writing since I was very young and am trying to put myself out there by sharing some of my works, both new and old.
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The Swimming Pool
Clementine watched the sun swaying like a drunken dancer from the bottom of her parents' swimming pool. It was July: the slow, gold-colored time when the heat felt mean spirited, and the air felt thick with possibility. If she focused, she could hear the neighbor mowing his lawn. She could hear the drone of the cicadas and cars passing her parent's house on Magnolia Avenue, lent an almost otherworldly quality by the chlorinated water filling her ears. Clementine checked her watch. Seven minutes. She should have lost consciousness by now.
By Daniel Bradburyabout 16 hours ago in Horror
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Oh so clever and unique. I love it!
Fantastic!!!
So lovely!