Withered Rose Novels & Stories

“He was too fast. He disappeared.” He pointed to a single, perfect white rose lying on the grave. It was a stark contrast to the somber surroundings, a symbol of purity, of innocence, of loss. The rose was unfamiliar, unexpected, and unsettling. It was a silent message, a cryptic clue, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked nearby. “Who was that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on the rose. “Who would leave a flower here? S'ya rin kaya?”

she whispered, her voice a hushed murmur that held a world of meaning. Osiris's fingers traced a gentle path along her cheek, his touch a silent affirmation of his love. "No rose, no gesture, can ever capture what we have," he replied, his words a gentle caress that mirrored the sentiment in his eyes. In the tender glow of the night, their unspoken vows hung in the air—a promise to cherish each moment, to weather the storms together, and to revel in the quiet joy of being in each other's arms. As they settled into the soft embrace of their bed, the night whispered promises of dreams and tomorrows. The rose remained a silent witness to their journey—a journey that had been filled with challen

Tumalim ang mga mata niya kasabay ang unti-unting pagkawala ng ngisi sa kaniyang labi. "Mamamatay sila. Makikipaglaro rin si Rosa sa kanila..." TO BE CONTINUED

The flower of sorrow or a hope I’m looking forward. @DeathWish

Sa kamay niya ay isang bouquet ng red roses—ang paborito ng yumaong ina. Alam niyang hindi ito tradisyonal na bulaklak para sa sementeryo. Pero sa tuwing maalala niya ang ina, ito ang pumapasok sa isip niya. She was full of life, like a blooming rose in the dead of winter. Ngunit ngayon, kahit tanghali na, maulap at malamig pa rin ang paligid. Parang pati kalangitan ay nakikiramay sa lungkot sa puso niya. Ambon ang bumabalot sa buong lugar, tila kumot na malamig, humahaplos sa bawat balat na naroroon. Sa paligid ay mga tuyong dahon, nilalaro ng hangin habang dahan-dahang lumilipad palayo—tulad ng mga alaala na unti-unting nawawala ngunit hindi kailanman nalilimot.

NAPANGANGA na lang si Adelyn nang makarating sila sa greenhouse ni Don Juan. Napakaaliwalas doon at magaganda ang mga tanim nitong bulaklak. Some of the flowers were in full bloom. Nilapitan niya ang aisle ng mga pulang rosas at inamoy-amoy iyon. Ilang sandali pa at katabi na niya ang matanda na may dalang gunting. Ginupit nito ang isang stem at iniabot sa kanya ang roses. Sa sobrang excitement ni Adelyn nakalimutan na niya ang tungkol sa mga tinik noon at natusok siya.

At ang tinik ng isang tangkay ng rosas ay hindi magiging dahilan para ngayon ako umaray. It's just like her. She's like a rose, she's beautiful but full of thorns. But still I keep hugging her even though I would only earn pain and wound. Hanggang sa napitas ko na ito ngunit natumba ako sa damuhan at hindi na nakabangon. Damn alcohol! You're a such a hidrance. At sa gitna ng katahimikan at kadiliman ay nasilayan ko ang mukha niya. Nagliwanag sa buong garden at mas naging klaro ang pag-aalala sa mukha niya habang nakatingin sa akin.