Rose Parkstone

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

Stories (3)

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“Yarn and Plastic” by Rose Parkstone

Submitted to Contest #207

“Marlon!” Kiki cried. “I need you to chop those onions faster!” Kiki craned her neck around from washing her assortment of vegetables to see her older brother adjusting the strap on his chef’s hat. He flashed a thumbs-up without looking up from his task. “Yes, ma’am!” He began rapidly hacking at the white orbs with a knife only he and Kiki could see with their imaginations. Even though he was old enough to handle a real knife, Kiki knew he wouldn’t destroy her little plastic ingredients that could cook an infinite amount of whatever yum...

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“Cass Was Right” by Rose Parkstone

Submitted to Contest #147

Cass was right. I didn’t deserve any of this. The endless amounts of praise and pats on the back. All of the fluttering lights and confetti-stuffed balloons. My name being advertised all over Thistle Park High’s beige, concrete walls. The polished mahogany stage, patiently waiting for me to walk up and accept my ten-thousand-dollar scholarship. And yet there I was, sitting in a dressing room backstage; about to rob hundreds of artists who are far more deserving than me. I’ve been entering the Southwest Community’s Upcoming Artist schol...

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“The Puddle” by Rose Parkstone

Submitted to Contest #112

Serenity is a delicate privilege. A privilege granted by life to those who continue to march onward, no matter how tedious or challenging the trek ahead may appear. Through surmounting hardships, life always bestows this gift upon all who achieve such a difficult feat. But just as easily as it’s given, it can just as easily be taken away. Those who remain stagnant or travel backwards searching for their lost serenity will find only indefinite misery and doom awaiting where their happiness once stood. The Pond was the epitome of how blis...

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Sometimes the words I compile from the screams of the bees in my brain make a coherent story and I share it here.