The Black Rose (standard:science fiction, 968 words)
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: Sep 04 2005	Views/Reads: 8449/3655	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Angie thought she had it perfect, the black rose was to change it all. It lay on her pillow with petals of silk and thorns with tainted promises on it's stem, she couldn't resist it.

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"Ha, that mere joke.  You call that love?  You do not love each other,
you adore each other in the innocent puppy dog love of youth, you have 
no idea what love is," the voice spat. 

Anger flared up again but it was tinted with indignition at the truth
being spoken, "You have no idea what you're talking about.  I don't 
even think you're real.  I think you're something created by whatever 
was coating the thorns." 

"I was coating the thorns, I was waiting for you.  You know what I say
it is true and that is what bothers you the most.  Come with me, accept 
me and what I say," a rose appeared in her hand, the black petals 
looking as smooth as velvet, the stem now clear of thorns. 

"I don't think so," she spat and dropped the rose then ground it beneath
her foot.  The voice roared in anger and her head throbbed painfully, 
but she continued to grind the rose into oblivion, taking delight in 
the obvious rage it pulled out of the strange entity. 

"You don't know what you're giving up," the voice groaned and suddenly
she was back in her room, curled up on her bed, the rose laying on the 
floor.  Outside of her window, she saw a shadow leaving and she knew it 
was whoever had slipped her the drug on the rose.  However, she felt 
relief as well as anger at the mysterious admirer, she knew what he 
said was true.  She did not love Steve, nor had she ever, she did adore 
him and loved the security of the relationship.  Then she wondered if 
perhaps the whole situation had been in her mind, something to help her 
finally face the truth.  Though, she had the feeling that she would 
never know.


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