Isabella Rose
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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.
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Winter. Top Story - December 2025.
This is a work of fiction written by Isabella Rose on 12/3/2025. Those who know me can easily understand the truth. His texts were few and far between as the illness slowly but steadily hijacked his mind. She wanted to scream, “Why are you leaving me,” but she knew he was dying and there was nothing she could do, but watch.
By Isabella Roseabout a month ago in Fiction
The Night in the City. Content Warning.
Breathing deeply, she filled her lungs with the crisp night air. The cab door slammed behind her as she excitingly looked out of the window into the velvet night, pin pricked by the bright and dazzling corporate lights. She loved the big city, and the opportunity to travel for work always thrilled her.
By Isabella Roseabout a year ago in Humans
Encounters at the Train Station
She sat, her mind lost in a thousand peppermint flavored dreams as she sipped her coffee. A warm and generous smile flowed like a picturesque waterfall across her face. Her deep, mahogany eyes glanced wistfully around the station's large and expansive waiting room.
By Isabella Roseabout a year ago in Fiction
An Adventure Through Hell. Top Story - June 2024.
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Horror
Devoured. Top Story - May 2024.
My fingers dance across the yellowed pages of the library’s archaic volumes. Despite the candle illuminating the shelves, I’m not searching for a book. Instead, I’m relentlessly investigating the halls for a door to run from the horrible reality that consumed all our lives.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Pride Comes Before the Fall. Top Story - April 2024.
I stretched in a vain attempt to wake myself up, to just make myself a bit taller, to simply push away the constricting dirt that imprisoned me under the cold surface of the earth. The sunlight beamed as I made my last attempt at growing taller.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
A Beautiful Night
The rain drops hit the cold stained glass of the window, causing the fragile pane to reverberate in its place. She wrapped her delicate and cold hand around the base of the wax candle, wincing as her feet touched the frozen floor. Shadows seemed to dance as if enticing her to play with them.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Lollipop Dreams. Top Story - February 2024.
I glared at the ticket placed before me until the typed numbers appeared to be nothing more than squiggles. Tobacco wafted through the dusty air of my cramped apartment. The kitchen faucet dripped; each drop of water vibrating in my ears. Picking up the worn slip of paper with shaking hands, I flipped it over, quickly reading the claim written in bold ink:
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Snow
I was flung from one side of the container to the next. My body banged against the thin nylon of the bag and crashed into some type of jar containing many fragrant beads. The throbbing in my head was only eased by remembering her smile as she ate those round pebbles. What was the term she called it? Coffee! Yes, that’s it, I thought triumphantly.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
