My Beautiful Rose

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
When a girl enters a garden, she discovers more than she realizes.

Submitted: August 30, 2013

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On that fateful full moon night, she searched in the garden for her beautiful rose. She looked desperately but to no avail. Just when she was going to give up and leave, she turned and pricked her finger. She look to see what cause the pain and there was the rose she was searching for. It was a gorgeous rose with snow white petals that reflected a vivid array of colors on the end of each petal. The stem of the rose had a rich green color and the thorns seem to disappear within such richness. As she touched lightly the vividly colored rose petal softness was like exquisite velvet. She was completely captivated by this elegant rose. She had to have it. As she touch the stem to pick it, a freezing pain courses threw her hand. She started to fall to her knees but gentle arms catch and embraced her before that could happen. She looks up to see an enchanting man. He has long shimmering white hair that reflected lovely colors and his eyes were a vivid emerald green. His clothes were white and silky. Her hand was not hurting anymore and his embrace gave her the greatest feeling of happiness that she had ever felt. He whispered gently in her ear that he had finally found her as he tightens his gentle embrace. He then kissed her. His kiss melted her heart and wam her entire soul. He told her soon after can she stay with him forever. She said yes to his reply. He smiled at the answer and kissed her again. The pain soon started again worst than before. She open her eyes quickly to see she was in the garden and her body finishing falling to the ground. Everything was going black. She notices that beautiful rose was in her hand now but it had turned to the color red and her hand was bloody. Her body was becoming completely numb and colder by the second. She then heard his voice beside her. He said to her sweetly that the cost of the rose she desired is paid in blood and the innocence of the heart. He continued to thank her for choosing to stay with him forever. She fell into darkness as her eyes finally closed. He picked up the bloody rose. He said to himself, "Ah, my true love, my soul mate, my beautiful bloody rose." THE END


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