In the blackness of a cold, dark night, death holds a red rose. It's scent so sweet and pure, withering in sadness if it's last moments. The raindrops tears shimmer on its petals in the night. The night smiles a bright crescent moon and the world suddenly felt peaceful. He lays the now dead rose, to shimmer it's beauty on a dark coal in the middle of the vast black ocean. The sun rises gold and red showing the blood shed and the rise of a new day. A new life.Another rose buds in the garden
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BINABASA MO ANG
Dead Men Tell No Tales
Short StoryA collection of short stories, occasionally poems and mostly horror and tragedy. Hope you enjoy!