The hot chocolate wasn’t actually hot. It was more like chocolate water put in the microwave for thirty seconds. It also had a funky, metallic aftertaste, like it’d been microwaved in a can and the can had caught fire and melted a little. But the whipped cream made it drinkable. … More Track Three
I couldn’t help but see the elevator as very smug and quite pleased with itself, as if it had something to do with everything that had just happened. I decided it was allowed to believe that, and said a quiet “thank you” to it as we got on. … More Track Two
I will never forget the first moment I met him. How could I? It was my darkest hour. … More Track One
It’s okay if your first attempts at writing—or ANYTHING you want to learn how to do—are a bit messy. You’re learning! Learning is a messy process. You’re digging the foundation of something amazing. When you see an excavator digging the foundation of a home, it’s hard to imagine what that mess will to turn into … More In order to do something well, we must first be willing to do it badly.
Where Rose Writes Very True Stories 