Reminiscence Roses Novels & Stories

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

She was telling me that only) "Shayari teased " Do not worry i know how to make her happy. "Zarun said with a wink " I will take my leave now, you both come together. "Shayari said and left from there " is my wife still angry with me? "Zarun asked " you did nothing to make me less angry "Zeenat said " Gulaab ka rang laal hona uski khasiyat hai Aur apni khafa hui begum ko manana hamari khasiyat hai (Rose being red is it's specialty and making my angry wife calm is mine) "Zarun said and handed a box to Zeenat

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

"Beauty without strength is just a pretty corpse." Amara had planted these roses herself—Mama’s favorite, "Souvenir de la Malmaison"—digging holes while tears blurred the soil. For you, she’d thought, pressing seeds into the earth. So something of you stays. Then one night after she was gone. Amara had stayed late, tracing the roses’ velvety petals as stars blinked awake. The scent was overwhelming—lemon, earth, bittersweet promise—when Selene’s voice cut through the dark:

I have managed to blend perfectly with humans, that sometimes I even forget who I am. I smiled staring at Rose, she has been a God sent to me. "Thank you Rose, is that all?" I replied. "Yeah I think so," she stuttered, as she ran through the agenda on her ipad. "Oh before I forget, Robin has a recital tomorrow." "Oh my goodness," I slightly pressed my palm on my forehead. "I almost forgot. Thank goodness you reminded me, I can't afford to miss this. Remember last time?" Rose gave me a nervous smile, "Of course, that can't easily be forgotten."

“I will take utmost care of these roses!” She playfully strokes the roses, feeling their silkiness. The roses are the prettiest ones she has ever seen. Their scent is strong and the petals are more delicate than other roses. They are of a deep, navy blue color which reminded Roseanne of the sea. Dmitri is watching her with a small smile on his lips. Roseanne looks so happy that for a moment, it felt as if they were back to their childhood days when she would always spread laughter. Unable to hold himself, he gently kissed her cheek. Roseanne is taken by surprise and touches the spot where he kissed her.

My eyes drifted across the room absentmindedly until they landed on the rose sitting beside the window. The same rose. The one from the anniversary ball. A small smile touched my face before I could stop it. She kept it, she didn’t throw it away. Placed carefully where she could see it from her bed. Something warm spread quietly through my chest. I reached for it absentmindedly, twirling the stem between my fingers. The petals were still alive despite the days that had passed. Deep crimson. Soft. Untouched. Just like the memory of that night. I remembered the way she smiled at me during the dance.

Her mind quieted, like a still pond reflecting the sky. Athena's gentle voice guided her, a soft breeze rustling leaves. "Relax, Rosalind. Let the memories surface." Rosalind's breathing slowed, her heartbeat calming. Her thoughts untangled, like threads unwinding from a knot. Suddenly, visions flooded her mind. The gods' chamber, shimmering with ethereal light. The ancient texts, yellowed parchment adorned with intricate script. The recipe unfolded before her, every ingredient, every measurement, crystal clear. Rosalind's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Athena's. "Athena, I remember!" Rosalind exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.

Rose went through all the activities this night with a feeling of half—sadness. Each need that she had to complete... came tumbling out, including the time when Rose had to unravel the traces of numbers and letters recorded in her memory and transfer those shadows to a digital record on her phone. She had already set aside the most important part about George to do later. The distance was getting closer, it wasn't difficult for Rose to reach the reality left in front of her eyes. Where George was going, at least Rose already held the key that would open the padlocked door for her.

She used her candle-like finger to remove the piece of cloth on its surface and the precious things that she longing to see were shown. She happily picked the three roses inside that mysteriously retained their fragrance although their leaves were already fallen on their dry stems. The colors of the roses were still red but the dryness on its petals was also seen. "Sniff..." She smelled the flower, her sweet smile suddenly faded as she remembered the gift that her father gave her. Even in her young age before, she remembered the place where the golden necklace lost, accompanied by the life of her father.