hey, so its been a really long time since I've geplaatst anything on here so i needed something to get me started again. I've been reading Pourquoi tales, so stories explaining how something came to be. I wanted to write my own so mines about the Rose. I hope u like it. If u do please commentaar :)
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"Arissa why do u look sad? Are u displeased with our new now?" Asked Christophe as he watched his wife approach there bloem garden.
"Our home pagina is lovely, there is so much space to roam and the garden is beautiful" she replied.
"Then why so sad?" Christophe asked again.
"Every spring the same flowers grow, yellow sunflowers, roze tulips, white daises. They're all too similar and boring; all they do is toon beauty. I want a unique bloem that shows both elegance and displeasure."
"Very well" zei Christophe "I shall get u your flower." So Christophe set out to find a bloem that fit his wife's every want and need. He rode horse back across Europe and South America. He sailed to every island in the world but could not find such a flower. After several years he returned home pagina to Arissa and zei to her
""I'm so sorry my love but I could not find the bloem u desire, I traveled all over the world but I'm afraid the flowers that grow toon only beauty not ugly." Arissa frowned then smiled at him, her smaragd, emerald eyes twinkling in the light that poured through the large window. Christophe wished he knew a way to make her happy so she could smile forever. Finally she said
"My dear Christophe, u make me so happy. u were willing to look far and wide for the bloem I seek. If u would be willing I know someone who might be able to create such a flower." Christophe was confused
"Who do u mean can create this flower?"
"Go to the ends of the earth to the cave of the earth spirit. Perhaps she can help." Without a moment to lose Christophe got back on his ship and sailed to the end of the earth. There was the cave that housed mother earth’s spirit. Christophe walked into the cave. It was too dark to see and the trail was rough but he would not give up, he would make his wife happy. He trailed his hand on the walls to guide him, and after several hours he found the end of the cave. There was a blazing light that practically blinded him. When it settled he turned to look at the light. Standing in front of him was a woman dressed in leaves and furs of animals, a crown of flowers, hair as black as night and skin that glowed like the sun's rays.
"You have come a long way to seek me. What is your name and what do u want?" Asked the spirit.
"I am Christophe Thomas Stanley and I come with a request. My wife Arissa would like a flower."
"You come all this way for a flower? Go pick one from a garden of forest."
Christophe replied "She wants a unique bloem that shows both beauty and hate, a reflection of human nature." The spirit pondered his wish.
"Most come to me with selfish requests but u come to me to fulfill the happiness of another. I shall grant your request. Now if u may, please step vooruit, voorwaarts Christophe." Christophe walked up to the spirit. The spirit pulled a large silver blade from her rode. It was encrusted with jewels, blue for water, red for fire, green for earth and white for sky. She place the sharp edge on the palm of Christophe hand, and in snel, swift motion drew it back creating a large gash in Christophe's hand. He cried out from the unexpected pain. The spirit squeezed Christophe's hand allowing the blood to drip onto the moist soil that surrounded them. From the drops came a sprout witch then became a stem, it then blossomed into a flower. It was not just any flower; its petals were as soft as fine silk and red as the blood that still dripped from Christophe's hand. Its scent could put u in a trance and it stem was covered in thorns that pricked Christophe’s fingers as he picked it up.
"This is a truly human flower; it shows the beauty of all creatures and the evil that lies underneath" the spirit told him. Christophe took the bloem all the way home pagina to Arissa. She was overjoyed when she saw it.
"It's wonderful" she zei "It's the perfect combination of good and evil, love and hate. It's a symbol of how much u love me because u went so far to get it. Whatever do u call this flower?" Christophe's was surprised door the question; he had no idea what to call it. He thought about calling it an Arissa but it needed something meer one of a kind. He thought of something short, unique, simple and yet beautiful. “Rose”, what a perfect name for such a flower, the only one in the world with that name."I call it a Rose" zei Christophe's "and it shall be the symbol of companions love forever." And so they planted the Rose in there garden. It grew and multiplied into many Rose bushes for century's to come. The symbol of affection, a Rose.
THE END
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"Arissa why do u look sad? Are u displeased with our new now?" Asked Christophe as he watched his wife approach there bloem garden.
"Our home pagina is lovely, there is so much space to roam and the garden is beautiful" she replied.
"Then why so sad?" Christophe asked again.
"Every spring the same flowers grow, yellow sunflowers, roze tulips, white daises. They're all too similar and boring; all they do is toon beauty. I want a unique bloem that shows both elegance and displeasure."
"Very well" zei Christophe "I shall get u your flower." So Christophe set out to find a bloem that fit his wife's every want and need. He rode horse back across Europe and South America. He sailed to every island in the world but could not find such a flower. After several years he returned home pagina to Arissa and zei to her
""I'm so sorry my love but I could not find the bloem u desire, I traveled all over the world but I'm afraid the flowers that grow toon only beauty not ugly." Arissa frowned then smiled at him, her smaragd, emerald eyes twinkling in the light that poured through the large window. Christophe wished he knew a way to make her happy so she could smile forever. Finally she said
"My dear Christophe, u make me so happy. u were willing to look far and wide for the bloem I seek. If u would be willing I know someone who might be able to create such a flower." Christophe was confused
"Who do u mean can create this flower?"
"Go to the ends of the earth to the cave of the earth spirit. Perhaps she can help." Without a moment to lose Christophe got back on his ship and sailed to the end of the earth. There was the cave that housed mother earth’s spirit. Christophe walked into the cave. It was too dark to see and the trail was rough but he would not give up, he would make his wife happy. He trailed his hand on the walls to guide him, and after several hours he found the end of the cave. There was a blazing light that practically blinded him. When it settled he turned to look at the light. Standing in front of him was a woman dressed in leaves and furs of animals, a crown of flowers, hair as black as night and skin that glowed like the sun's rays.
"You have come a long way to seek me. What is your name and what do u want?" Asked the spirit.
"I am Christophe Thomas Stanley and I come with a request. My wife Arissa would like a flower."
"You come all this way for a flower? Go pick one from a garden of forest."
Christophe replied "She wants a unique bloem that shows both beauty and hate, a reflection of human nature." The spirit pondered his wish.
"Most come to me with selfish requests but u come to me to fulfill the happiness of another. I shall grant your request. Now if u may, please step vooruit, voorwaarts Christophe." Christophe walked up to the spirit. The spirit pulled a large silver blade from her rode. It was encrusted with jewels, blue for water, red for fire, green for earth and white for sky. She place the sharp edge on the palm of Christophe hand, and in snel, swift motion drew it back creating a large gash in Christophe's hand. He cried out from the unexpected pain. The spirit squeezed Christophe's hand allowing the blood to drip onto the moist soil that surrounded them. From the drops came a sprout witch then became a stem, it then blossomed into a flower. It was not just any flower; its petals were as soft as fine silk and red as the blood that still dripped from Christophe's hand. Its scent could put u in a trance and it stem was covered in thorns that pricked Christophe’s fingers as he picked it up.
"This is a truly human flower; it shows the beauty of all creatures and the evil that lies underneath" the spirit told him. Christophe took the bloem all the way home pagina to Arissa. She was overjoyed when she saw it.
"It's wonderful" she zei "It's the perfect combination of good and evil, love and hate. It's a symbol of how much u love me because u went so far to get it. Whatever do u call this flower?" Christophe's was surprised door the question; he had no idea what to call it. He thought about calling it an Arissa but it needed something meer one of a kind. He thought of something short, unique, simple and yet beautiful. “Rose”, what a perfect name for such a flower, the only one in the world with that name."I call it a Rose" zei Christophe's "and it shall be the symbol of companions love forever." And so they planted the Rose in there garden. It grew and multiplied into many Rose bushes for century's to come. The symbol of affection, a Rose.
THE END
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For some odd reason this things wont let me post it unless my artikel is longer so i am trying to make it longer. Just wasting space here. I understand
Will Bella ever stop loving Edward? Will Peeta ever cheat on Katniss? These vragen and meer will be answered after these messages.
K-Stew and Rob are OVER. Well, she did cheat on him with a MARRIED MAN WHO HAS KIDS.
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover
Yeah Uhuh
Yeah Uhuh
(Verse 1)
I am in love
with the guy who is sweet
till we meet it isn't possible
(Chorus)
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
We need to meet
before we go Undercover
for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still Single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
everyday
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Now & Then
Everyday, going separate
paths and ways
thinkin' we need to meet
in the middle before we go Undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We never stopped goin'
separate paths and ways
passing broken hearts and scars
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
Now,
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
I can't stand it any longer
goin' all crazy
when I get really lazy
Undercover
(Verse 1)
We need to meet before we go Undercover