S.L. Lewis

The chain starts with two. (Being rewritten in full. I will post the last of this story when I can)

It could feel time moving. It could, oh yes it could. It moved over its silky hard skin and rough fake hair, just teasing it oh so slightly with the promise of more when the perfect time came. The time was so close, it just wanted to reach out and push, to hit the top of its wooden prison, but it knew that it wouldn’t work. It would still be surrounded by wood in the end and then even more wood, but this time covered with crosses and ankhs and other such symbols that that made it hard fo

So, yeah, disappeared. I went through a week of utter pain and misery, went through a week of not wanting to look at anything outside of a damn story, and then a few weeks there where I was cranking out some mini stories. ...I come back here during break in my typing class and my stories are there... I'm going back to editing a Butterfly's Dream once I get this list up. A Butterfly's Dream Being reedited, but I have something like 16 chapters total written. >> Conversations with my muses Next one is Punctuation! Hurrah... Bits and Pieces Just what the title says people! Bits and pieces of various plots that float through my mind. Finding Salvation in the Dark I'm editing! I'm editing! I really am, but I do have other things! Flash stories I should finish these off, shouldn't I? Roses Poetry Book Poetry and me just aren't mixing at the moment though I might do a few more soon Various One Shots This has EVERY one shot that I've written lately. I hope you guys enjoy and what not. Remember, I love a good review and I'll try to get on her more often, I promise. :3 *hugs everyone*

Contains suicide, mentions of rape and drugs.

Title: I Still Wake Up Screaming By: Rose Strailo Warning: I speak about rape and the resulting events that such actions cause, including nightmares, victim blaming, depression, and the way it can affect some families. ********** I still wake up screaming, clawing at my face, chest and stomach, trying to get the phantom touches to stop. I claw until I’ve caused my blood to bead from the scratches and raised red welts that would stay on my body for hours after, stinging as my shirts ru

This one was supposed to be for an anotholgy, but the site has since been closed.

Title: Nightmares Alive By: Rose Strailo Authors Words: I love this story. It’s my first true gore story and a great way for me to explore that darkness that lingers in everyone. It’s not very often that I can…just relax and let myself write without fear of being criticized about what I put down and out. I hope that every one enjoys this story, horror filled as it is. My thanks go to my wonderful beta/editors BeaStKid and Mattias. Thank you both. It’s nothing special really, the cabin i

Various poems written in various times of my life

Talk to me forever Talk to me in the dark Talk to me as the shadows play Talk to me when the rain patters on the ground Talk to me as the steam rises from our tea? Talk to me in the light Talk to me as we bask in life Talk to me as say goodbye in death Talk to me as I stare at your picture? Talk to me as we clean Talk to me as we smell the soft scent of lavender Talk to me as the dishes clink together Talk to me as the house becomes dusty? Talk to me as a teddy bear

It's kinda sad, but then again, when I wrote this, I was rather depressed. Reviews are welcomed, but not demanded for. A single drop, Slipping and sliding down her face. A look of sadness in her eyes, In her expression. Watching the world, As it slowly dies. People fighting each other. Fighting for something so meaningless That it would bring tears to an Angel. Tears start to gather, As the Angel continues to stare. Her heart slowly breaking, As the world continues to

I wrote this as I was contemplating the darkness of my room It shines like a light. You can't really tell, But it does. The way it moves, And runs from the light. So like me. I run and I try to hide As the light seeks me. The darkness shines for me As I lay here and watch. They dance and put a show on, All for me. I lay and watch The darkness shine. I turn and watch the shadows play on the wall. A tree turned into a witch. I smile and giggle As the shadows da

I'm not too sure about this one, but in a way it intertwines with Listening. It comes from reading the journal's of my friend. I didn't write this until after Listening though. The scars on my heart Can never be healed Can never be soothed. They stay And show the hurt and pain I have endured. I hide them Behind a mask Made of smiles and laughs. Can you see these scars? Can you see the hurt that caused These unhealed scars? Can you love away the mask? Can you ca

. Please, don't complain and don't belittle. I'm not quite sure about the rating, so I decided to go with it since it's not too graphic. My heart beats slowly My blood flows silently My tears drip quietly. The blade sits upon the side, Glistening red and silver, Waiting to cut again. Your picture lies upon the floor, A smiling couple lay behind The broken and shattered glass. The water runs, And drains Taking with it the red. I smile slowly, As I lay in the Red

A character study of Cherry. With thoughts whirling, he makes a decision to change his life and leave the past behind.

Sitting in front of his desk, computer playing his favored music, he stared at the large mirror that sat on one wall, showing him the reflection that he had known for hundreds of years. He was still so young, but unmated. He was after all a half breed. And really, who wanted a half breed? But he was a royal half breed, on both sides of his blood. His mother was a queen, the top cat, having clawed her way to the very top in the clan from being the youngest sibling to the one that could rule

Various side stories of a collaboration with SweetSeme from Y. Sweet and loving to dark and sad.

He really didn’t know what to do any more. He had trained for so long to reach this point, and yet…he was far from ready for even the reality of becoming some clan’s mage. He didn’t want to take his father’s place, something others seemed to want him to do. He didn’t want that type of pressure, and yet, they pushed him to accept it. He was a mage, a child of magick and the earth, destined for great feats. Nevertheless, he could care less for his titles, his powers, and his reputation. He didn

Various stories for my Honey Drops story

Shifting upon his pillow, Brader ran a long, pale finger around the edge of his tea cup, watching the way the tea rippled in the cup. His silvery white scales shimmered like a rainbow as he curled his tail around him a bit tighter. Looking up, hearing the very familiar humming of his roommate along with the soft rasp of scales on smooth stone coming up to the room, the albino naga placed his cup to the side. Smiling as a green head popped through the door, Brader uncurled and slid into an upr

Various one shots that are random pairings for the hell of it

Watching the black hair sway back and forth, the highlights flashing in the light of the kitchen, Tridian smirked lowly to himself before shaking his head. Putting the cup of coffee in his hands to the side, he reached out and tugged on the dancing hair, getting a squawk of surprise before Blue Feather turned around and glared at this friend. Tridian just smiled sweetly in return, waving a hand at all of the cooking the man was doing. “What’s up, lovely native?” the elder of the two asked as

From the age of five, he knew his life was going to change in more then one way, especially when it started in such a dark way. His father had died in a nasty accident and his mother couldn’t ship him off to his grandfather and Michael fast enough, wanting to get her hands on the money she thought was coming. Some did come to her and his three sisters but most of it went straight to Brandywine, under his grandfathers’ control until he became of age and was handed it. Oh, how she had been piss

Swirling the tea around in his coffee pot, David huffed at the sludge like quality of the so called liquid before him. it once more seemed as he had lost himself to his studies that Rye had set for him. He was lucky that he had nothing from Nico, otherwise he’d end up with nothing but a dry and cooked coffee pot. Sighing, he flipped off the coffee percolator and opened his door, stepping out of the room that he called his own. Closing the door behind him, he padded down the dark hall, his socked

Just various humorous stories with (male) me and my characters chatting.

Staring at his sudden visitor, Sunny couldn’t help but wonder why the confused looking muse was sitting before him. One moment, he was sitting alone, watching MIB and the next, he was staring at a blue eyed male before him. Brushing some hair back out of his face, Sunny settled back onto his pillows, legs crossing as he waited to be told why he had decided to pop up and bug him when he had no monitor to type up his already large pile of writing. “So, what are you doing here, Jean?” Okay, s