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 Dream Collector
Dr. Sarah Umbra adjusted the delicate sensors embedded within the memory foam, her fingers tracing the nearly invisible network of neural receptors that had taken her team three years to perfect. The pillow looked ordinary enough—soft gray fabric, standard size—but beneath its surface lay technology that could capture the electromagnetic echoes of sleeping thoughts.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
The Last Echo of Nimbus
Adira's airship Windwhisper cut through the morning mist, its engines humming a lonely tune against the vast emptiness. Below, the world stretched green and wild, but ahead—ahead floated the bones of what once was Nimbus, the greatest of the sky cities.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Shift That Doesn't Exist
The Shift That Doesn't Exist Reed Morrison had been working the night shift at the Moonlite All-Nite Diner for three years, four months, and sixteen days. Not that anyone at the diner acknowledged this. Linda, the manager, continued to look mildly confused whenever Reed showed up for work, as if seeing them for the first time. The payroll system, however, had no such confusion—Reed's checks arrived with clockwork precision every two weeks, made out to "R. Morrison" in slightly faded ink.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
Welcome to Night Vale: A Love Letter to Community Radio and Cosmic Horror
There's something magical about stumbling onto the perfect piece of media at exactly the right moment in your life. For me, that happened in college when my friend Liz introduced me to a little podcast called Welcome to Night Vale. What started as a curious listen became an obsession that has lasted years, spanning not just the original podcast but an entire universe of novels that have only deepened my appreciation for this wonderfully weird corner of fiction.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Geeks
The Forest of the Forgotten
Chapter One A gentle breeze brushes along the leaves of the neighboring trees. I'm lying in the grass, tall and overgrown as far as the eye can see, making it almost impossible for me to see. The sound the wind makes had always brought a smile to my face, especially here.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Chapters
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity was elbow-deep in organizing her festival booth when she heard footsteps on the path to her cottage. She looked up from the wooden crates she'd been arranging, her heart doing a small skip when she saw Ellie approaching through the dappled afternoon light.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Hole looked exactly the same as it always had—cluttered, chaotic, and filled with treasures from a dozen different worlds. But as Ellie stood in the doorway, taking in the familiar chaos with new eyes, she began to see patterns she'd never noticed before.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Amnity's cottage felt like a sanctuary after the strange silence of the forest. She dropped her pack by the door and took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scents of dried herbs and the lingering sweetness of yesterday's honey cakes. Everything was exactly as she'd left it—copper pots hanging from their hooks, wooden counters worn smooth by years of use, the cheerful clutter of a kitchen that was truly lived in.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
About this Space
Welcome, Fellow Wanderers Step into a realm where melodies whisper secrets and stories bloom like wildflowers in forgotten clearings. Whether you're an adventurer seeking new territories of imagination or an inventor crafting worlds from the raw materials of dreams, you've found a sanctuary for the soul.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in 01
