Parsley Rose
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Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.
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The Fall of NaNoWriMo
With the fall season just inching its way into the next couple of weeks, and with me on the bend writing until the late late hours as of late. I thought it would be a neat idea to jump back into the National November Writing Month contest here at NaNoWriMo and really push myself to write 50 thousand words in a month, or finish my book I started at the beginning of the year. I was met with a 404: Webpage cannot be Found web break page when I went to log in to the critically acclaimed website that I had started writing/logging my word count with since 2014.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Critique
The Forest of the Forgotten
The sun felt wrong on Ellie's skin, but wrong in a way that made her chest ache with something she couldn't name. It was harsher than Nova's gentle light, more direct, but there was something underneath that recognition that made her breath catch.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
They had barely made it fifty yards from the clearing when Amnity stumbled, her canvas backpack suddenly feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds. The Glowing Imp Root pulsed inside its glass container, and with each throb, the forest around them seemed to... shift.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The morning mist clung to Nova like ghostly fingers as Amnity adjusted her canvas backpack for the third time in the last five minutes. Ellie could tell the cold morning air was already starting to get to her. It made her smile. as she checked the supplies in her bag one last time. Rope, check. Water, of course. A small knife, and her mirrors, in case they get stuck in a bind.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
The Dream Guardian
Duncan had always been a vivid dreamer, but she'd never fallen through her bedroom floor before. One moment she was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep after a particularly exhausting day at the bookstore where she worked. The next, she was tumbling through swirling colors and impossible geometries, her stomach lurching as gravity became a suggestion rather than a rule.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
After I moved to Humbodt, California I thought I could put it all behind me: The rape, almost being abducted by Human Sex Traffickers, having a miscarriage, and even Od-ing, but things just gradually started to get worse for me. I was having as some poetically articulate doctors might call it, a psychotic episode. An episode so unfortunate that it had me questioning everything about myself as the months in Humboldt followed.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Journal
