#StorySaturday Flashfiction: The Bloody Rose

bleeding__a_rose__by_hunterofsolitude

The roses never grew without her blood. Pale as the moon, hair like a raven and lips as red as blood. The roses were red too. They entwined, encaved in every knook and cranny around the castle by the sea. She was bound to the castle by the sea.

She would wander around the courtyard by night. The mother moon staring upn her as gulls sung the song of the sea. She was bound through blood like the courtyard trees. Bound by blood to the castle by the sea.

What she didn’t see was the shadow in tower. Watching her. Making sure she’d never be free.

She struck off her corset and thrung it into the sea, dissolving it into blood.

She pricked her finger on the rose thorn entwining her to the sea. She was never noticed again in the castle by the sea.

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