There across the winter covered field
against a fence stood a old weathered bush
.roses. were still blooming from its stems
I watched, standing there in complete .solace..
An old wolf appeared from out of no where
it seemed to .whimper., appearing starved
staring at the roses with hungry eyes
would he dare try to sample them?
Sure enough, in his deteriated condition
he took a bite of the stem, his tongue beeding
from the .thorn. that had cut deep into it
after the pain subsided he became .cogent..
The white roses left were .emblazon. with his blood
his tongue was .engorge. from the puncture
splattered upon the bush from his .zealous. shaking
I do believe he was able to .dispel. the danger.
Author notes
36. roses *
23. thorn*
32. whimper*
12. emblazon*
16. dispel *
49. engorge*
10. solace*
33. cogent *
45. zealous
32. whimper*
A contest entry
- Words Words And Words! by hotchocolate.
800 points, ended December 27, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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i love it. i really enjoyed reading it.
GOOD JOB!
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You did a good job on this write and I enjoyed the read! Thank you for your entry and good luck hon
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What a visual...with my spiritual heart and mind when I saw the white rose with the wolf's blood I thought of a song I know...Like a rose trampled on the ground, you took the fall and you thought of me...Above all. Blessings
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