Prosecollection Stories

This is a collection of proses that I wrote. [note: some works are posted in my FB account: Vermillion Russo / Vermillion Nian] - NYANNYANNIAN - - vermillion_nian -

Snippets I wrote that never evolved into full stories or became a short story. Cover made from canva template:))

a constellation of poems and prose.

A collection of my prose and poetry drafts, now finally being unfolded.

The almosts, the maybes, the never-weres. All the love held but never kept- The skies that don't keep stars.

he doesn't know that i write him into metaphors and bury my longing between the lines of every verse he'll never read. third poetry collection. april 2025.

Prose Collection

Embark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetr...

just my feelings and thoughts turned to a prose and poetry whilst in a great isolation (self-isolation) not beautifully said nor beautifully sounding yet deserved to be...

A compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨

you must forget your dreams when they tear a city apart. for not just the city was broken: so was my heart. note: this is "wonderland" part 2. to read "...

[ prose/poetry ] i can't help but pull the earth around me / to make my bed

"She gazed in wonder at the worlds she created within her mind" This book serves as a written archive of my own Instagram poems. Feel free to visit my page ov...

vintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.

Purple prose is flowery and ornate language, and here is a hint of it.

"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.&qu...

Dear Elliot, This is one of the letters I wrote about you that I would like to send but hesitated. Because you might not feel the same way. However, I have a lot of trus...

This is pulp poetry. This is the poems your mother hides away from you but opens up in her spare time and cries to. This is the poetry your bastard lover wrote about you...

A collection of proses that are inspired from songs

Under the livid moon and stardust sky, I hold on my phantoms. My grasp is stout like my life depends on them, so I stand still and bare the zephyr ghosting on my skin. I...