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Deadpan Like Me by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Deadpan Like Me

I held strong for you, Right down to the last minute, Right down to the floor, Just in time, and you Didn't realise that I'd saved you. In actual fact. In a split-second. I stalked through piles of discarded fabric, Fabricated snakes of rope Strewn across the floor. I carried you through darkness, through blackness And under spotlights. To me, at the time, it all seemed too much, To you, nothing. There was a whisper in the air, A whisper of forgotten bodies, Fading in a histrionic flash of something called 'Fame'. Costumes, laid like corpses beneath My stampeding feet, and your Shadow. There were dust-motes in the air and

ii. A Cafe Much Entered by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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ii. A Cafe Much Entered

Of the two young men sitting in the recent abandoned Cafe Musain, only one stood to attention as the mismatched pair of the gentleman and the urchin stepped over the threshold. "Well, if it isn't Monsieur Pontmercy, back where he belongs at last!" He gripped his friend around the shoulders with one arm as he raised the bottle of wine in triumph with his other hand. He tugged playfully at Marius' perfectly-tied cravat - this action earned a disapproving look from his companion at the table - which he had adjusted on the way to the cafe on instruction from Eponine, who now stood in a darkened corner of the room. Marius

i. A Road Less Travelled by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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i. A Road Less Travelled

There were two or three roads that led to the Cafe Musain which Marius Pontmercy hadn't travelled in his life and he had no intention of doing so at this moment. Instead, he turned left into a narrow side street, away from the larger houses of the Rue Plumet. Once comfortably positioned in the shadows, he looked around for the street urchin. Sure enough, she stepped out of the darkness and his breath caught in his throat as he recognised her for perhaps the fifth or sixth time. She sidled towards him with her hands in the pockets of her tent-like overcoat. "Hello, Monsieur Marius." one side of her mouth

In The Silence of the Cards by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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In The Silence of the Cards

The darkness was rising faster than anyone ever thought possible and the tarot cards placed on the table by the colourless hand slurred angry words of ashes and death. The hermit moved his steadily-dimming lantern around and turned his haggard face to whisper of the solitude that would soon befall each and every being in the land as the shadows slouched across the room, resembling young men in a Victorian gentlemen's club, seeping smoke and tight laughter. They slipped in through the window and allowed their eyes to meander back to it, watching the silver fields wait for their hero to come.

They Are Les Miserables by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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They Are Les Miserables

My lover died in the arms of un-remembrance, Leaving me a lark in his place, Leaving me no more need of him. The hypocrite was taken by the river, In a deliberate act of ironic selfishness, And as he fell, he dreamed. The boy fell at the hand of the merciless street, Strewn between bodies, Just another child who did not live to see the morning. The young blood went with the eyes of his beholder, Who is also known as the man who loved and believed in him, They faded with no more than a histrionic sigh in a forgotten flash of red. The battered rose slipped away in the arms of one who never saw, The rain didn't hurt her but the woun

Looking Glass by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

A Madman's Compassion by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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A Madman's Compassion

Dear Mr. Hawker, I saw your shadow on the moor today, It lingered on the cliff-face, As the water lapped at your feet. The smoke from the hollows of your face, Hung in the air, Mixed with the inky fumes of a poet's voice. The child's call to the birds, Each word coming from you, Fell on deaf, feathered ears. Your haggard, youthful face appeared at the window, Mouth full to bursting with a pipe and words, Who could accept a madman's compassion? Mr. Hawker, You inspire me.

Musings by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Musings

Some musings I found in my head today: Pretty --> petty --> pettiful --> pitiful, {The slow process of the degrading human soul} "It's only life" -- Such a senseless phrase, Because what else is there, For us to mourn over? Ok, so think of something, Something you love more than anything, Why can't you think of anything? And there are words, Words that will haunt me forever, There are images and memories, too, I'm so, so scared of shadows.

Otherness by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Otherness

You were black and white, sitting in a cafe. You were a perfect cut-out of everything that everyone ever wanted to be and you knew it. You used that simple fact to form a barricade, blindly fight your way through life so that no one ever followed. You shed your unwilling skin until there was nearly nothing left, then you tried to rebuild all that you'd lost... Yes, people wanted to be like you, but they didn't know the cost like I did. Through becoming so close to you, I uncovered the darker, more sinister answers to the riddles you spun throughout your thin little life. You had no idea that I knew all of this and you continued, oblivious to

Flashlight Survivors by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Flashlight Survivors

In the driving rain, In the distance, Where the pounding drums are beating out of time, Where all anyone can hear is the sound of blood. In a spilt-second, In a dream, Where the light reflects off the raindrops, Where the steady push-pull motion of everything suddenly falters. In those stories, In those lives, Where there is no point in living anymore, Where anything that goes against the flow is shunned like the Devil itself. Too bad all these people do just that. In a tarnished mirror, In a labyrinth of dulled-down colours, Where nothing is ever fully explained, Where everyone is left to their own devices. In hard times, I

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Deadpan Like Me by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Deadpan Like Me

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They Are Les Miserables by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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They Are Les Miserables

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Flashlight Survivors by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Chapter 1: Roselyn Murphy by A-Rose-In-Misery, literature

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Chapter 1: Roselyn Murphy

CHAPTER 1 ROSELYN MURPHY Roselyn A chestnut clattered along the cobbled pavement as I kicked it with my worn brown boot. I pulled my threadbare scarf up around my nose and mouth to shield them from the thick smog that had settled over the city before looking down into the basket that I carried over my right arm. It was more than half full of chestnuts, having not been able to sell many that day as most sensible Londoners stayed indoors to avoid the hazardous dangers that the smog might bring. I looked up at the girl standing next to me. I had known Lavinia Shipper – or Livy as she was known around the area – for nearly thre

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Nov 14
United Kingdom
Deviant for 13 years
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_{Hi everyone, this is Rosie (a.k.a HyperPinkFish) only on a new account made for one of my biggest hobbies, writing. Please comment on my work and check out the other stuff on my main account.

|||Right, so onto my proper ID: I'm a teenager living in London, England and I play piano (for quite a while now) and I also sing and enjoy listening to music -- Green Day, Tokio Hotel, Emilie Autumn, Pink, Meg & Dia, Paramore, Florence + The Machine and My Chemical Romance (as well as most Musical Theatre, including Les Miserables, Wicked, Chicago and Billy Elliot XD). What else...? Oh yeah, I'm slightly (but not unhealthily) obsessed with all things Victorian, be it medicine, society, clothes, corsets, inventions or names. As you can probably tell from what I've uploaded, I love to write and really enjoy reading. So, erm... that's me, I guess... |||

Please feel free to favourite my work, in fact, it's greatly appreciated if you do, but I find comments (helpful ones, mind you...) much more useful for improving my writing in the future! Thanks to everyone who has favourited my work though!

And one more thing:
But more importantly:

_{<-- And I do tend to randomly lapse into pirate-speak! XD}

Current Residence: The UK
Favourite genre of music: Musical Theatre, Victoriandustiral, Rock, K-Pop, Alternative, Acoustic, everything, basically! :P
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Chromatic
Personal Quote: 'Well we can't all come and go by BUBBLE' - Wicked}

Favourite Movies

Adaams Family Values, Howl's Moving Castle, Princess Mononoke, too many to choose...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tokio Hotel, Emilie Autumn, Meg & Dia, Paramore, Green Day, Super Junior, ect...

Favourite Writers

WRITER: Can't choose POET: Emilie Autumn

Tools of the Trade

Erm, being a writer... I'd have to say a pen and lined paper or a computer! :P

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music, writing, singing, reading, musical theatre, ect.

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Feb 23, 2012

Les Mis @ The Queen's Theatre - Review: 22.2.12

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I didn't know it was possible for a show to get better every single time you see it But that's what Les Miserables has managed to do all 5 times I've seen it. It just gets more and more genius and stunning. We went to the 2.30 matinee performance today (Wednesday 22nd February, 2012) at the Queen's Theatre, London and were, at first, taken aback by the vast number of understudies listed on the board in the foyer. However, it turned out that they were all mistakes and every single cast member was present for the performance. I'll now go through the cast and tell you what I thought of each actor individually Jean Valjean  Ram

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Feb 23, 2012

Les Mis @ The Queen's Theatre - Review: 22.2.12

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A-Rose-In-Misery

Jan 30, 2012

I did it...

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... I went and got myself a Tumblr account. If you want to go an take a look at it, then feel free to. :aww: http://withoutananchor.tumblr.com/ Rosie :meow: