Full of Nothing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
No summary ouo. tell me if i should continue!! also guys this was a homework assignment. oh my god.

Submitted: November 15, 2012

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She stood in the beautiful, white garden. Her delicate hands touched a single red rose.  

 Her pale skin seemed to blend in with the scattering green vines and tiny white flowers that hung from them. Everything was as light as her. Except that one red rose. It jumped out from the rest, showing no fear as its brightness was the only thing recognizable in the field of no color. The scene was like an old movie, nothing to tell about, no outstanding features. A pale girl in a white dress, colorless flowers growing in any place available. There was nothing to remember except that one red rose. Shining in confidence, it out shined the timid that seemed to step back in fear of being noticed. It brings the thought of a crowd of people to mind. There are large numbers of clones that all are the same, daring to call themselves popular and cool, but the ones who are different are the ones who are noticed. All of the clones crowd the space, leaving only the tiniest amount of room. But then, one comes in that is different. Moving to its own beat, it is different, unique, special. The clones are disgusted, even intimidated by this new, confident being. But that’s okay, because the unique ones like it better that way. The first thing that anyone sees is the bright colored rose. Bursting like a sunbeam, it shows through all of the plainness of the white garden. The plain ones stay as background, filling in the empty spaces so there are no gaps. It may be thought that the plain are not needed, that they are unimportant. But the plain are very needed and important. They are the ones that make the unique so special. Without the plain, there would be no unique. So in that white garden, the red rose lives, the bright bulb of special.


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