Monday, October 29, 2012
The Rose (paragraph)
The Rose
As the day winds down, he looks back on its adventures. He sees a teenage boy in a world of worry fending for himself. As he looks around him, everything is dark and bleak...but wait! There is that one thing right in the center of his view. A red rose that shines bright in the darkness. As he gets closer, it gets brighter until finally, he is a mere three feet from the rose when it shoots into the sky. It becomes a beautiful firework that lights up the world around him and, for the first time, he sees the green fields, the blooming flowers, the sparkling brook. The light went out and there in front of him, the rose stood, a drop of pure, red blood fell from the single thorn that it had. The boy lay down by the rose and stared at it until finally, he fell asleep and was floating on the clouds with a single red rose in his hand.
As the day winds down, he looks back on its adventures. He sees a teenage boy in a world of worry fending for himself. As he looks around him, everything is dark and bleak...but wait! There is that one thing right in the center of his view. A red rose that shines bright in the darkness. As he gets closer, it gets brighter until finally, he is a mere three feet from the rose when it shoots into the sky. It becomes a beautiful firework that lights up the world around him and, for the first time, he sees the green fields, the blooming flowers, the sparkling brook. The light went out and there in front of him, the rose stood, a drop of pure, red blood fell from the single thorn that it had. The boy lay down by the rose and stared at it until finally, he fell asleep and was floating on the clouds with a single red rose in his hand.
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