meltedbee's Author Page
It's good to find you here.
My name's Rosie, short for Rosalind, but you know me as meltedbee.
You may have seen me around before, selling my stories to any who will listen. In particular, you may have heard of Atlas' Burden. After all, this is my most notable body of work :)
A little about myself: I enjoy writing for Atlas' Burden (and I encourage you to do the same), writing short melancholy stories, and anything engineering related. If you'd like to reach out for any questions regarding art, my stories, or anything else, shoot me a wikidot PM or find me in the Wanderer's Library discord.
Stay a while, enjoy yourself, and please do not damage the exhibits.
Atlas' Burden | Description |
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Past and Future | Atlas begins his journey |
Cold Mornings | A journey to Raven |
Soot, Steel, and Stories | Cold wind and molten iron |
A Letter | Valentina's regret |
Encounters in the Deep Wood | Spiders… |
The Man in the Cot | Sickness consumes all |
A Stain Upon the Earth | Blood shed upon the ground |
Why We Wander | An Interlude |
Poem found by the river | Forgotten remnants. |
Mirages in the Snow | Ghosts in the rearview. |
Assorted Stories | Description |
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Poem found on a crumpled notecard | A long lost love poem |
On Homer | Quote and response, of Homer |
Forever Mankind | Alternate history Apollo 11 |
Clear Blue Skies | Are our war machines as vicious as we are? |
Her, Moonlit | Pain and love and chilling fear |
A Note to my Muse | I still do remember you, you know. |
Reflections of an Arsonist | To sit, and watch it all burn. |
Community Gardens | The unraveling of my vines. |
An Oyster's Observation of the Ending of Things | Why did you do it? |
Rust | A legacy of rust and silent screams. |
Her, Sunlit | The moon shines on, but you remain. |
Tribue to a Salmon | It's what you would have wanted. |
Interloper: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Silence | Breathe. |
Cold Metal and Sacrifice | For the Emperor. |
Streetlights | A sodium vapor heart. |
A Pale Petal, Adrift at Sea | With your bones and your words and your love. |