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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The Death of the Wicked. Content Warning.
The majestic black feathered bird sat lonely and defeated in his solitary prison looking longingly out of the bars of his tiny cell. The water that the woman brought him was stale and tasted horrible, and his stomach cramped every time he took a drink of the murky and dirty liquid. His black feathery wings once took him far into the heavens, but now his once glossy feathers were found decorating the bottom of his “home” as the thoughtless woman called it.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Petlife
A Haunting
THE LIVING ROOM Beaming at him with excitement in her eyes, she quickly pushes the slip of paper into his open palm. Pressing her lips to his, she happily states, “We’re going to the castle to spend a night with the undead,” as she jumps into his arms.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
A Sister's Love
A dewy feeling graced her skin as she pushed the heavy, steal doors open, entering the blanket of fragrant night air. Only minutes before, she was cuddled under the warmth of her cosy electric blanket, shielded from the cold of winter until the abrupt text message interrupted her peace.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Criminal
Not All That Glitters is Gold
He stepped out of the church onto the busy street, folding the collar of his thick grey woollen coat. It was a brisk autumn day. The trees were alive with vibrant colours of orange and gold. A thick layer of smog quilted the city like a heavy blanket. The wet leaves caused him to be more observant as he walked along the paving stones towards the cafe.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Just Hold On. Content Warning.
She looked at him in a concerned manner, before stating in a quiet voice, “You can’t leave me. Not yet!” “Do you think that I am choosing this? Do you not think I wake up every day praying this is all a nightmare?” he screamed at her as tears streamed helplessly down his face, his arms waving in abject frustration.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Confessions
The Power of Co-Regulation
Have you ever witnessed an adult slowly rock themselves while alone? One can commonly see this rocking action in many people who are without homes and in stressed or abandoned animals. Though this behavior is often seen as crazy by larger society, it is merely an attempt to self-soothe and quiet an anxiety-ridden mind.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Psyche
That Joyful Evening
Turning her head to one side, she peered at him with perplexity. His dark eyes revealed nothing, and ironically, the more she gaped at him, the less forthcoming they were. Peering at her with a slight smile on his face, he shrugged and gazed into the sky, now glowing with vibrant patches of orange and pink.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Petlife
Day 26
The wind rustled the leaves as it brushed by with summery ease. He stood with a cautious unease at the corner of Fifth and Ninth, coffee in hand and cigarette in the other. A strong industrial scent of grit and smoke assaulted his nostrils as he watched the grey lifeless shadows pass him by.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Psyche
The Snow Brat. Top Story - December 2023.
A captivating orchestra of lights blazoned the city’s night as Christmas jumper-clad revellers pirouetted merrily through the streets. Sparkling melodies tangoed through the ears of delighted children as they gazed in wonderment at the illuminations.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Humans
