ROSE
Sweet little Rose liked the colour "white". All her clothes were white and so were her dollies. But her favourite dress was a white ling dress with pearls around the neck and a light rosy rose. One day she went out of her house promising her mom to be back really soon. she used to play in the wide greeny fields around her house all alone,but happy. this time she challenged herself to go far and beyond the limits of her mind. she ran fast, as fast as she could. once she found herself infront of a beautiful, spakling pond, with white doves around it. the scenery looked fabulous. she was fascinated by the colours and lights, yet she didn't feel at ease. Something was wrong. then one old white-headed man came from no where, approached Rose. "Are you lost?!", asked the man. "No, I've been here before", she didn't know why she lied but certainly she was taken with the view and blind minded. Also she didn't want to look ignorant or lost. the man told her to come to the local market, after hesitation for a while, she didn't want to be an alien and so she went.
This market was really messy and chaotic people were dirty, disgusting and smelly. when she showed up in the market, they were shocked, quite and weary. then they all cheered up, hugged her, although they didn't know her and neither did she. her white dress was all dirty with muddy stains. Rose felt really out ragged and furious. she tried to know if they ever seen her before but no one would answer. she cried and screamed, yet they kept polluting and poisoning her white dress. that old man showed again and this time he looked as dirty and disgusting as everbody else. "you knew, and we treated you as you knew". Then she was driven away with her dirty dress, all its pearls were lost. they took her back to her house's backyard, only then the old man snatched off the beautiful rosy rose from the dirty dress, "this doesn't fit your dress". With Rose's heart breaking cry and their mischievous laughs; Rose's rosy rose was lost.....
2 Comments:
a very lovely story...dirt is life...as we go on we lose ourselves, the aura of happiness that surrounds us..what is left is ashes ....and filth
You write very well.
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