Parsley Rose
Bio
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.
Stories (150)
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The Forest of the Forgotten
The Council of Shadows met in the hollow of an ancient oak tree so massive that its interior could house a dozen people comfortably. Amnity had been here only twice before—once when she'd first been recognized as a healer worthy of official notice, and once when she'd requested permission to gather rare ingredients from the protected groves. Both times, the experience had left her feeling small and overwhelmed by the weight of tradition and authority that seemed to seep from the very walls.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie woke to the sound of gentle rain pattering against Amnity's cottage windows, a soft rhythm that felt like Nova welcoming her back to consciousness. She was still wearing her festival dress from the night before, though someone—Amnity—had draped a quilt over her where she'd fallen asleep on the small couch.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Great Meadow transformed as the sun set, blooming into something magical under the light of Nova's full moon. Dozens of vendors had spread their wares along winding paths marked by glowing crystal lanterns, creating a maze of wonder that drew visitors deeper into the celebration. The air hummed with laughter, music, and the gentle chime of wind bells hanging from every stall.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Fiction
Secret Letter. Content Warning.
It started innocently enough. A simple scroll through TikTok at 2 AM, insomnia keeping me awake in my cramped studio apartment where I'd been freelancing for months without human contact. The algorithm, that omniscient digital deity, must have sensed something in my desperate thumb movements because suddenly my feed bloomed with candles and crystals, with young women whispering incantations into their phone cameras.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Confessions
Chain Break. Content Warning.
She first noticed the prison walls after the accident on Highway 9. Three cars, two families, one child who would never see seven. The news anchor's voice was steady, professional, as if reporting the weather. But Sarah heard something else underneath—the sound of her faith cracking like ice in spring.
By Parsley Rose 6 months ago in Journal
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 6 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 6 months ago in Fiction
