R.B. Rouge
R.B. Rouge writes like she’s outrunning a curse and testifying at the same time. Her stories bleed Southern shadows — stitched from secrets, scars, and the kind of family you survive by storytelling.
This ain’t a healing circle. It’s a holy reckoning. Misfitted, and mouthy, she names what others won’t and calls it fiction so it makes it past the gatekeepers.
She writes for the bloodline-bound, the code-breakers, and the ones who hear static in their dreams.
Because the truth?
Still costs too damn much.