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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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 Rose2 years 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 Rose2 years ago in Fiction
The Raven's Call
The soft sound of her pristine white sneakers could be heard on the shiny tile floor over the din of metallic, cold, and rhythmic clicks from glowing machines. A whiff of alcohol and some type of strong cleaning solution created a well-known scent that permeated every inch of the hospital. Darkness surrounded her as she tried her best to remain quiet, nearly stopping her breathing in an attempt to slow her racing pulse. “Why did they have to put her on the night shift?” she pondered anxiously to herself.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Horror
Peppermint Christmas Kiss
Approaching the Christmas tree, enchanted with sparkles and kaleidoscopic illuminations, he paused, inhaling the warm cinnamon and ginger-scented embraces. Winter Wonderland had arrived early, casting its magical essence within the confines of the medieval castle walls, transporting the busy festive shoppers to a fairy tale existence. For a fleeting and cheerful moment, they shifted from the mundane modern world into an era wrapped in joyous tradition.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Fiction
Enigma of a Christmas Memory. Top Story - November 2023.
Gazing into the misty embrace of the steamed-up bathroom mirror, his desolation weighed heavily upon his soul like an anchor dragging him down. His pallid skin mirrored the color of despair, and his bloodshot eyes told tales of countless sleepless nights. “Never again,” he whispered, the words etching themselves into the depths of his weary being.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Horror
Desert of the Soul
Illuminating the sleek corridors in the plane’s shiny interior, the bright overhead lights momentarily flickered causing a collective gasp of panic in the already nervous passengers. The large aircraft swayed in the wind, temporarily inviting me to envision the sun-soaked days of my childhood, before the unsteady goblet tumbled from the flimsy dining tray, cascading droplets of golden liquid onto the vibrating floor.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Earth
