Hola!! oki, here goes...
Mah name is Ashley, but u can call me sparklingdog. IT's kinda my user for most things...including Storybird.
I read, write, draw, and make music, i play the piano, and the trumbone, but just fyi...THEY DON'T MIX!!! I also like to play on the computer a lot I also like to play a lot! I also tend to use exclamation points a lot...like:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...etc, etc XP. Here's my story Rose...it's a short story :D:
Never had Sky felt so alone. In her life. With a broken-down house, a runaway father, and a sick mother, she was on the verge of freaking out. But then again, she didn’t have the time to freak out, or even think about it. All she could do was work, work, and work.
“A big house never changes anything,” Her mother would always say, “but friends are power. Family is much more then power when it is together; family is then all the riches in the world combined.”
“Death is freedom. Live life to the fullest, then live death, the freedom everyone wants.”
“Never underestimate the power of love. It can heal, mend, fix anything.”
“The heart is where everything is kept. Keep that in mind.”
And the most important one:
“A rose goes through a cycle. Birth, at the bud, childhood, at the blossom, adulthood, at the full moon, and old age, at the wither. It is the same for us. Never lose hope, for the thorns will keep enemies away.”
For Sky’s whole life, her mother was always there for her. “Keep your arms level to your waist, for this is how your arms should be when you wash the dishes.” She had instructed.
“Cooking always requires a new taste. No two foods ever taste or look or smell the same.”
“Don’t let go of that brush, Sky dear, just keep painting until the picture looks perfect.” But no matter the similes and metaphors and stories and ways of teaching she had, Sky’s mother was slipping. Sicknesses were overcoming her. Breathing was hard, eating like lifting a boulder, and the more she was slipping, the harder it was to reach her daughter. Soon, the similes and metaphors and stories and ways of teaching had just nearly stopped. There was too much to do, too much to worry about, and as Sky’s mother was slipping, Sky was too. But she wasn’t slipping, she was falling. She wasn’t ready for the world ahead of her, and Sky’s mother knew that.
Time was ticking.
Sky was fading.
Losing hope, then
Years ago, nothing could stop them, but now...
Now, just something as small as a cut can.
When she used to say, “Hope forever, and you will live forever,” Sky’s mother would now say, “Sometimes, hope cannot help, it would only interfere.”
But even through Sky’s mother’s painful life, she always taught Sky what she needed. At the end, all the similes and metaphors and stories and ways of teaching worked out. Sky was nearly ready. There was only one more sentence to tell:
“Be happy, Sky, and remember the rose. The thorns will be there when you need them, and I will always be there in your heart...”
Not another word came out of Sky’s mother’s mouth ever again.
Sky didn’t cry when her mother died. Sky didn’t weep or sob. Sky just stayed right where she was, and waited for those thorns to chase away those feelings.
And they did. They chased away the sadness, chased away the worry. There was no more left to worry about. Sky was ready.
Then...Sky realized something. Those thorns had chased away everything; except for her mother, because her mother was
thx 4 reading!!