Novels by Rose Lilith L.

Autumn has taken a hold of our part of the city as well, the leaves on the tree atop the roof top deck have begun falling down cluttering the stony floors. A few leaves blow past in the wake of a gust of wind and lands right on my shoe. The events of the previous two weeks have been caught on my mind. While Parker had been busy dealing with the ramifications of his failed experiment, I had been thrown into an emotional and logistical quagmire of sorts. Between midterms, Colton being unaware that I know his little secret, and Danilo somehow being brought into our apartment as a “temporary arrangement”, I have been completely lost in a whirlwind. Parker had surprised me earlier today by telling me that the entire debacle with their experiment had been concluded and was free to come to the city to meet with me. Though, a single phrase kept nagging at my brain. Don’t tell him about them.“Turns out, the University Board o

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I came out in High School. My parents didn’t really understand it, however my Uncle Raul did. It was a quiet summer evening before my Sophomore year when he came over. After he explained my identity to my parents in terms that they could understand, he joined me on the front porch swing. He was from a different time, and from an entirely different part of the country where they still believe that a Conversion Camp had any chance in derailing someone from fully embracing themselves. Needless to say, after he had to go through the cruelty of those camps at 14 years of age, his Aunt — my grandmother — adopted him. He grew up with my mother like he was her actual brother. So, having him to explain it to my parents was a rare privilege that so few people get to experience. It was on that front porch swing that he explained to me what he believed was most important for people like us; love. The people before us went through so much for it, fought tooth and nail for it, and even experience

Parker’s bronzed eyes burn with an intensity that is extinguished when he blinks and flickers back to vivacious life when he opens them again. A haze from our fevered panting and the heat emanating from the diffusion of sweat covers my window pane. If the outside is a raw bleakness, then the inside of my room is a sweltering heat — at least, that’s how it feels from my head, to my toes, and to the rest of my extremities. He pins my wrists to the middle center of my bed’s headboard and with the other, lifts my right leg into a raised bend. There is a pattern of fluidity which is accented with spikes of contradicting primitive crudity, like waves rising and crashing. I feel myself losing touch with any sense of control with each motion he makes, with every thrust forcing out an obscene sound or a swear after the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall. In addition to the loss of the sense of control, I also lose the sense of ache nipping at my heart. The voice in my mind cryi

The very beginnings of Autumn in the California Valley is highlighted with a distinct heat in the day and an even more distinct chill in evenings, it’s the type of chill that makes a commute on a motorcycle close to unbearable without a coat. Not that I go without a coat on my motorcycle anyway, even in the dead of the summer. In the month and a half since the sorority party, Parker and I have shared an impressive amount of text messages, occasional video chats, and a single meet up for dinner at a small scale restaurant in Midtown which charged heavily for a salad. Not quite enough to classify what we have going on as a formal relationship, but more like just simply getting to know each other a little more without the melodrama of commitment. So to say, I’m not quite ready enough to commit to writing a love note on a sticky note and sticking it on my fridge, but I have already begun on thinking about what to put on it. Emilia’s description of him was as apt as anything else that sh

“Are you sure that this isn’t gonna be like one of those deals where we show up to the sorority house and they just straight up murder us?” Colton remarks as he peers over at the GPS on his phone.Emilia’s sorority house is located in a part of the state that we rarely ever find ourselves in, it’s the type of neighborhood in a far flung city where a person would be expected to pay nearly seven dollars for a cup of coffee plus another ten dollars for a bagel. “What makes you say that?”“You know how rich people are.”“Well seeing as we are going to a sorority party instead of a fool blown, eyes-wide shut type of party, I’m sure we’re safe.” I roll down the window once we reach the vicinity of the sorority house. I take note of the obviously different atmosphere of the neighborhood. There is a notable lack of the odors which accompany th