ThE LaSt RoSeThE LaSt RoSe3 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
The Last Rose
The door was swung loudly and deliberately behind little Alzrith, who was holding back tears.
"I hate you, Daddy... I HATE YOU!" came her faint cry as she ran away.
The master of the house Alzrith's father peered through his glass window, looking down at the little figure running away the from the mansion to the concealedv gardens ahead. Behind him, the door opened and closed.
"Señor, are we to find the Señorita?"
Without turning around, the Señor answered, "No need." A faint smile curved on his lips. "I know where she goes in times like this..."
FriendshipFriendshipFriendship3 years ago in Written Entries More Like This
Imagine a box: simple glass box with six dark walls. Although the box is made of glass and it should be transparent there's no way to see inside it. There isn't a lid every side is the same. There isn't even a lock. This box wasn't always this way. So let me tell its story.
Once there was a beautiful crystal box. It was so pretty. The lid was engraved with all kinds of beautiful flowers. There was a pretty lock on one of the sides with a key put neatly in it. Through the crystal sides of the box you were able to see a flower. One gorgeous rose was standing on the box's floor. If you begin to wonder why was a rose locked away in a box you'll soon understand.
One day there was a sad little girl. She didn't know what was the mater for her sadness. As the girl was walking in the forest suddenly a crystal box appeared before her. When she saw the box she remembered a story about a legend her mother used to tell her. The legend was about a girl who found the box with the flower of