Isabella Rose
Bio
I am a dedicated author with a passion for fiction. I own a joint business with my amazingly talented co-writer and poet, Raven Black.
Stories (41/0)
Tear
The snow clung to the window, blurring the world into a foamy sea of white. He watched as the people filled in one by one. Defensively he crossed his arms over his chest, pondering, “Why am I here?” The impulse to throw his simmering black coffee from his table as they passed glanced through his mind.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Fiction
They Watch. Content Warning.
Rhythmically, she breathed deep as she concentrated on her own heartbeat. Feeling every vibration of energy run through her extremities like an electric current, she exhaled. Her soul, her vibrant essence was connected deep within the earth, entwined with the trees, rocks, and animals. A peace filled her, calming her nerves, because she was one with life itself.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Horror
An Unwanted Encounter
She glanced at the woman’s vacant and dark eyes, perplexed and confused as to why she was there. Slowly, and with all of the enthusiasm of a zombie, the Romani woman lifted one of the little girl’s brightly colored blocks in her hand. The child stared at her long and midnight colored hair, and although she was young, saw a brief resemblance of her own self. Anger swelled within the child as she screamed, but her cries were merely met with the same blank and lifeless eyes. Who was this, thought the child, as she attempted to sit still in her very best dress that was adorned with lace.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Families
In Flight
The heavy rumbling of the powerful engines reverberated through the brightly lit interior of the plane. Gazing out of the window, she noticed the beautiful midnight sky. They would be taking off in the cover of darkness, like an incandescent wand cutting through black velvet cloth, only to land in the brightness of day. If she thought about that too much, her mind would simply become a jumble of philosophical constructs. Instead, she chose to enjoy the pink and blue lights of the cabin and contemplate her arrival.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Fiction
Unforeseen Circumstances
The forest smelt strongly of pine and wild onion as they meandered like hunters through the overgrowth, hacking back the bushes. It was as if they were looking for a missing puzzle piece or a rare and fabled jewel. In truth, they were stalking one of the escaped Velociraptors, another human error that had cost the life of one more park ranger.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Horror
There's Something in the Water
A rooster’s crow cut the silence of the morning sky in two as the weary collie awoke from its night-time slumber. Clouds drifted cautiously between the mountain tops as if icing a cake, complimented by the thin layers of mist that blanketed the heavily ploughed fields in expectation of the coming day.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Fiction
A Force to End All Worlds
Slowly turning the beautiful and ornate key over, her eyes followed the intricate pattern of the swirled engravings. It was an undeniable weight in her palm, the type of design only known in fairy tales about magical forests, but the question was, how did it find its way on top of her messy and unkempt office desk.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Horror
A Royal Tale
Raised voices in an excited fury echoed through to her spacious room, where she was now sprawled out like a broken doll on her bed. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, her annoyance for diplomacy radiated through each of her limbs before settling like a bolder in the pit of her stomach. The words, spoken in muffled voices and hushed tones, were always about her and the inevitable. The instructions reverberated in her head like a never-ending symphony of badly orchestrated music: Princess Isabella must marry, further extending the alliance between Spain and England, and thus, securing all of the protection that the powerful Britannia would allow, a security that was needed now more than ever, assured the oldest adviser of the court.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in History
There is Someone Knocking
The autumn leaves crashed against the edge of the pavement as the heavy raindrops fell from the seasonal storm. The wind howled and rattled against the wooden window panes, each drop tapping loudly against the glass. The small log fire offered the only source of light and heat in the large but dusty room occupied by the woman sitting perched on her Victorian reclining chair.
By Isabella Rose7 months ago in Fiction
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