Blood and Roses
I started this story after I had a very strange dream about roses.
Last night I dreamt of roses. But, these were not ordinary roses. These roses had a mind of their own and a specific purpose in mind. The small and harmless rose bush in front of me transformed into a slithering, moving creature.
I watched the intimate blending between the blood red roses and the nearby white fence. The vines consumed the fence until I couldn’t see anything except the deep green vines and the blood red blossoms. It was a strangely beautiful scene, aside from the utter eeriness of it. These roses wanted something. Something alive.
The roses gracefully lowered themselves from the fence and crawled towards me. I took a step back and watched them move along the dark path. The instant I saw the roses bloom and the rich red that covered their petals, I knew they were after blood.
Whose blood I couldn’t say. Slowly I started to walk back to my house when I realized I wasn’t anywhere near my house. I stood at the edge of a dark forest, trapped between the bloodthirsty roses and the foreboding forest.
I looked behind me one more time and saw the roses creeping closer and closer. I stood still for a moment wondering what would happen if I let the roses wrap themselves along my legs, arms, and neck.
I stood still and let the roses climb up my body. Their thorns didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would, it was like a bee sting only gentler. The vines worked their way up my legs, then wound themselves around my arms. I watched the vines dance along my hands, delicately embracing every finger. Once my hands were completely enclosed in the vines, small roses appeared, like tiny rings.
The vines then moved up my neck, I could feel them tightening around my throat, and I became slightly panicked. I tried to pull them off me, but my strength was no match for the possessed flora‘s. They kept winding around my neck tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe. Then I blacked out.
I watched the intimate blending between the blood red roses and the nearby white fence. The vines consumed the fence until I couldn’t see anything except the deep green vines and the blood red blossoms. It was a strangely beautiful scene, aside from the utter eeriness of it. These roses wanted something. Something alive.
The roses gracefully lowered themselves from the fence and crawled towards me. I took a step back and watched them move along the dark path. The instant I saw the roses bloom and the rich red that covered their petals, I knew they were after blood.
Whose blood I couldn’t say. Slowly I started to walk back to my house when I realized I wasn’t anywhere near my house. I stood at the edge of a dark forest, trapped between the bloodthirsty roses and the foreboding forest.
I looked behind me one more time and saw the roses creeping closer and closer. I stood still for a moment wondering what would happen if I let the roses wrap themselves along my legs, arms, and neck.
I stood still and let the roses climb up my body. Their thorns didn’t hurt as much as I thought they would, it was like a bee sting only gentler. The vines worked their way up my legs, then wound themselves around my arms. I watched the vines dance along my hands, delicately embracing every finger. Once my hands were completely enclosed in the vines, small roses appeared, like tiny rings.
The vines then moved up my neck, I could feel them tightening around my throat, and I became slightly panicked. I tried to pull them off me, but my strength was no match for the possessed flora‘s. They kept winding around my neck tighter and tighter until I couldn’t breathe. Then I blacked out.
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