What to plant roses?

I was wondering when the best time to plant my rose bushes was. I have several of them that have to be planted soon but the weather isn’t the best. When is the best time to plant them, in early spring. If I plant them too early will they die. How to protect them before there in the ground. The best fertilizer to use????????

When should you plant roses?

I would like to plant some roses in my large back garden, climbing roses and large headed roses, can I plant them now or should it be Spring? Any more tips?

What’s the best way to transport 3 newly planted trees (6 ft tall), 6 roses, 2 apple trees & one cherry tree?

We’re moving from ID to CA and I want to take with me all the trees I planted last spring. What’s the best way to transport them without having to put them in big pots during the move? Pots are too heavy and difficult to put in a moving truck. I will transplant them into pots later. How long will they stay in the remedy you suggest?

Its spring again, and i want my champion roses to grow better than last year…what can i use?

roses planted a year ago, kids have kicked it over, have the plant staked in new soil and water it everyother day….

Knockout roses…..I live in Indiana and planted 6 knockout roses in the spring?

It is now Oct. should I cut them back for the winter or leave them alone till Feb.???

What do you think of my story? **part of first chapter**?

It is supposed to have more of a casual way to it, but not like 4th grade. Sorry if my grammar is bad! Anything i can fix? I just thought of it a few minutes ago, and i only have one chapter.

When the sun is just hardly falling over the mountains and a cotton-candy pinkness fills the baby blue sky, I know that its time to leave.

Where to? I’m not sure. How I’m going to get out of the house? I’m not to sure on this either. But I am sure of one thing: I am not going to Nightsbane.

I don’t care how crazy they think I am. Because I’m not crazy. That I am also sure of. But that’s what crazy people tell them selves, right? They refuse to admit to the fact that they are-, I won’t let the thought fully sift through my brain. Right know, everything is about Rose. Maybe a few people in between, but mostly, its about Rose. Because in the end, the only one you really have to trust and confide in is yourself.

I shouldn’t be hesitating, but I am. I have spent all week preparing myself for this moment, the moment I would just leave, and forget everything. Forget that my parent’s are dead. Forget that my Aunt secretly wants to get ride of me, even when she says she is sending me to Nightsbane for my own good. But I mostly want to forget who I am. In fact, that’s another thing I’m not sure of, who I am, I mean.

Enough time has passed with me just staring out my window for the moon to climb into the dark night sky. The black spots that pop against its white surface seem to be mocking me, seems to have Nightsbane engraved into the dusty surface. I find my hands running over the window pane, dust gathering on the tips of my fingers. Slowly, as a breeze comes in from the opened glass, the dust falls off my fingers, the draft catching it before it hit’s the beige carpet.

I’m kind of like that dust, I think to myself, following the floating particles with my eyes. Just when I think things are going to get better, and I’m going to stay in one place, something comes and knocks me off my feet. Except for this dust had a second chance, while my last resort it to run. Tears form in my eyes and my throat suddenly feels like I swallowed clay. Or in the dust’s case, fall apart. Which was already easily accomplished.

And then I realize, that like the dust, I don’t want to run, or fall. I want my life to be normal. I want someone there to catch me when I crumble. But through my eyes, I don’t have anyone to even scrape my body off the ground. And my life will never be normal, no matter how hard I try. I see dead people. Doctors shoved the term ‘schizophrenia’ down my throat, and for a while, I believed them. They put me on medicine, and I stopped seeing the ‘hallucinations.’ Just as I finally started to believe that maybe life does still have some good sides to it, I saw him. Clear as day.

Who would have guessed that one day, that one incident, would send me on the highway to hell? Nightsbane is not a good place to go. Its not a happy, cheery, boarding school surrounded by an ocean that has preppy, bright people there. No, its as far from that as it could get. It’s a place for kids with problems. Whether is shizo, being traumatized, anything that isn’t normal, you are placed in Nightsbane. And the last thing I want is to be surrounded by a bunch of freaks. Because I’m not one.

Okay, so maybe I am, but what would you expect from a girl who lost her parents, see’s dead people, lives with her Aunt who hates her more than being hung over on a work day, and soon to be living at Nightsbane. Because I can’t just run away from my problems. I have to face them, and going off to who knows where isn’t going to solve them. Plus, the sooner I get to Nightsbane, the sooner it ends. And then I only have four more years. Great.
Dust…Personification? And i realized the ‘normal’ thing with the dust. My computer was being weird and didn’t copy some of it…

Does this Capture the Modern theme?

I’m not used to writing in a Modern old time theme. I played this by ear, not sure what to type. But I had an idea on what I can do, & this is what I came up with so far:

Once upon a time, a Queen had a wish: she wished for a daughter, skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, & hair as black as ebony. She wished her daughter was absolutely flawless, not a blemish in site. She also wished that her daughter would win the affection of all the princes & kings throughout the kingdom.
Months later, the Queen had gotten her wish, but something was horribly wrong. She was pregnant with 2 daughters. No one had known who the father of the 2 was, because the Queen had an affair. She was married to King Henry, but betrayed him by seeing King Theodore. When King Henry found out, he was so betrayed by his wife that he went to see a banished witch in the palaces donjon.
As King Henry walked the never-ending corridors of the donjon, he passed other prisoners on his way to see the Mighty Maleficent. She was known for her shockingly horrible beauty: Skin so white it looked as if she had never stepped outside in her 45 years of life. Hair so blonde it appeared pale, and eyes so black she didn’t have whites; just black depts that went on forever. But also, Maleficent was known for her wicket spells & dark magic. When pleased, she could set fire to an entire village.
King Henry’s long, hooded cloak trailed behide him. The hood set shadows to his face so he was unrecognized. He looked as if he were a shadow of the night, doing no harm, making no sound, as he passed the cells. He carried a huge candle stick, its top set aflame. He could hear the horrible moans of pain of the captured as he desperately tried to finish his expedition to the evil Maleficent.
Slowly, he approached her cell, and took off the hood, revealing himself to her. She was crouched in the corner of her cell, her clothes torn to rags. He cleared his throat, causing her to look up. A grim smile spread across her flawless face as she rose from her spot. She approached him, bowing.
“My king,” she spoke, her voice echoing throughout the donjon.
“Maleficent,” his voice was as low as a whisper, “I need to ask of you a favor.” Another smile came from her mouth, and as it did, he could see fangs sticking out of her blood colored lips.
“Ah,” she said, almost giggling, “A favor.”
Her voice was beautiful & blood-chilling at the same time. She spoke with such grace, but at the end of her sentences, she would drag out her word; as if it were a hiss.
“Yes,” he said, looking around, paranoid that he had been followed, “a favor.”
Maleficent gazed at him, her white less eyes burning into his. She looked at his golden, fair hair, to his wrinkleless face, passed his crystal blue eyes, down to his pale, full lips.
“What may be this favorrr,” she hissed, “Of which you speak of, my lord?”
“My…wife. She has betrayed me, she’s with child. Two children I believe & I do not know if I am the father of both, or if that retched Theodore is,” he spat out the other King’s name. His face was reddening, because of anger, “What I want you to do, Maleficent, is place a spell on one of the children that’s growing within her. Make her pay for betraying my trust, & our kingdom!”
He hadn’t realized how loud he was being, but at the point he didn’t seem to care. He was looking at the witch with such greed & power; he felt as if he were doing the right thing; as if there wasn’t going to be any trouble. He wanted to get revenge on his wife by making her pay with the only thing she cared about: Her two children.
“Make one of the children her wish: skin as white as snow, lips as read as blood, & hair as black as ebony,” he paused to make sure Maleficent was listening. Sure enough the wicked monster was gazing up at her King with such obedience; she waited for him to continue.
“But, make the other one, a twin.” He paused again to think, “At first, make the other look as if nothing is wrong with her, but as she grows, make her eyes two bottomless black pits, the same as yours. Make her skin so white, it’s flawless, but so gruesome it’s eerie. Make her beautiful, but horrifying. Make her…” he leaned in closer, “a beautiful nightmare.”
Maleficent nodded, smiling so wide it reached her ears.
“As you wish, master,” She purred, “But first, you must free me of my chains. I wish to not rot in this cell any longer. I’m immortal, the most powerful one there is. I wish not to waste my years of long lasting youth in a cell.”
The king gazed at her, taking her delicate hands.
“If you make my wife suffer for doing what she has done,” he said, kissing her hands, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
At that, the malevolence sinner smiled again.
“Quoi que vous disiez,” she said in a French accent that he could not understand.
“Just do what you have to do,” he let go of her hands, putting his hood back on. Just as he was about to turn to leave, he could hear the witch chanting in her French accent and somehow, he just knew she was doing him what he wanted.
~~~
“Make one of the children her wish: skin as white as snow, lips as RED as blood, & hair as black as ebony,” he paused to make sure Maleficent was listening. Sure enough the wicked monster was gazing up at her King with such obedience; she **

how does this sound so far?

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered about, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly through a curtain of several light clouds, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the small scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices.
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled nervously with the fingers of a boy. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “Honestly–how long? What exactly are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer enough,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,” she replied simply.
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come? Maybe we haven’t opened our eyes fully, but he’s going to kill her— as a matter of fact– he’s on his way to kill her, am I the only one aware of this?” She looked around at the other two who now looked rather helpless and worried.
“Maybe..maybe Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly well. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either, if there is anything that I am aware of, it is that,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, while his were still fixed on the slithering orange flames of the fire, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise I’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Oh for God’s sake Oriole—how many times–Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze upon her, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.

Would you continue reading this if it were a book?

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered randomly, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the randomly scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices. .
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes were a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her tall, thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled with the fingers of one of the boys. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “How long? What are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer practically all her life,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,”
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come?”
“I think Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you, Ethan,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly and clearly. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise we’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.
“I can’t let anything happen to her.”

is this good so far, I need some feedback?

The opening of a novel?
This is the beginning of a novel I’m working on, it’s pretty rough and can change–and nothing is final, but it’s my first attempt on getting those bubbling ideas in my head down on paper, I know it’s not the best–and can use a lot of polishing, but this is a part of something that I’ve completely plotted in my head with all the main chunks already there, but if you read this as a beginning of a book, would you continue reading it? Does it sound something like you can get hooked to? I’d love some feedback, thanks in advance =)

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered about, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly through a curtain of several light clouds, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the small scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices.
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled nervously with the fingers of a boy. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “Honestly–how long? What exactly are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer enough,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,” she replied simply.
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come? Maybe we haven’t opened our eyes fully, but he’s going to kill her— as a matter of fact– he’s on his way to kill her, am I the only one aware of this?” She looked around at the other two who now looked rather helpless and worried.
“Maybe..maybe Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly well. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either, if there is anything that I am aware of, it is that,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, while his were still fixed on the slithering orange flames of the fire, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise I’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Oh for God’s sake Oriole—how many times–Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze upon her, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.

Please read and help me!?

Please read this and tell me if you have any idea how it can be turned into a story. If you have an idea for what I can use this for, please tell me. I have no idea who this letter is to and what kind of character wrote it and why, if that makes sense. Please, please help me. I wrote this without an idea for a story plot and I can’t think of one. So if you have something–anything–please care and share.

The Last Rose
A vase sits on the table beside the bed, holding the dying eleven red roses you gave before you left. The twelfth stands bright and tall, clinging onto the last hope I have. Blood red petals fall as the flowers fade to black. Each rose dying with another memory. All of my memories keep you here inside with me. I imagine you here with me still.
I stand at my window, looking out at the falling rain. All is the same, the way it was before you left me. My dress, white and torn. My world, black and white. Time has been frozen, the clocks stopped at the time you parted from me. My cold heart turned to stone long ago, unable to beat for anyone else but you. Harmony cannot last forever, and ours ended before we were ready.
Nothing can express my silent tears. I tried to find my way back in this life, hoping there is a way. Please, if you can hear me, let me know you’re okay. All of my memories see us together, even though we’re apart. You took my heart and my very life with you when you left. Please tell me everything’s okay. Fill this emptiness, mend my brokenness. Remind me that this is worth our love. Let me be at peace so I go home. Give me closure, and I’ll fall into the hushed whispers clouding my mind.
Let the last rose die. Eleven memories I’ve let go of. With your voice, your touch, the twelfth shall also fade into nonexistence. You know my love for you will go until the end of time, even though we couldn’t be together.
Now I must blow out my candle, seeing as how you’ll never again light yours. Too long I’ve waited and hoped and prayed that you could stay with me. The spark is gone from your deep, understanding eyes. The warmth has turned cold, and my day has turned to night. You’ve spread your wings and left, and I long for the day when I can fly away into your arms again.
Goodbye, my love.

So yeah…I REALLY need help on figuring out what kind of story this could be turned into and a story plot that this can be worked into.

Thanks! Sorry it’s so long.
okay, that’s a start. Now I need help figuring out a plot. I know I should do it on my own, but I just need a little push. Something to help my imagination.
happy endings my butt…happy endings don’t exist for me

growing roses?

i got some red roses in a vase of plain water with small roots on them and pink roses in water + the packet of flower food they come with, they have no roots yet but are sprouting new leaves/stalks.
how do i go about panting them in earth? or do i let them grow more first (or just the ones with no roots)? do i plant them straight in earth? or leave them in the water longer, cut them? (they still have their flower heads on) or is there any other way of doing it? and how do i take care of them afterwards?

i know i’ve asked this before but i only got some website that said i shouldn’t plant them because they’re “not desirable”!
they mean a lot to me and i want to keep them – alive preferably! thanx for any help!

Should i believe him and does he really care bout me?

Well me & this guy ray(my first love) went out 3 times & he just broke up with me the 21 we only had sex once & he was at my house yesterday he drove an hour to come see me & he said (almost crying) he regrets breakin up with me & he says if we ever go back out he PROMISES(he never goes back on a promise everyone in his life have told me that even his mom & sister who he is every close to) he wont break up with me he said its just hard when we dont see each other alot cause over the phone he starts to lose feelings for me but when he is with me he falls madly in love with me he also said he dont want me to think hes using me just to get sex so if i wanna wait like a year or w/e he will do it cause he loves me!valentines day he bought me a huge $55 vase of roses the card said i love you baby im happiest when im with you ,Christmas-a necklace,new years(he didnt have to get me anything)-pillow shaped in heart that says i love you on it,my bday-a snowglobe with a picture of me in him in it

Do you Love Flowers? Especially Roses? You’ll enjoy this!?

This woman and her husband have this really bad fight. He goes off to work the next day without talking to her, but she doesn’t care.

She’s busy doing her thing around the house. All of the sudden, around 1:00 in the afternoon, the doorbell rings. She goes to the door and opens it and there is a young delivery guy from the local florist shop with an enormous, beautiful bouquet of long-stemmed red roses…the expensive ones…from her husband.

She says to the delivery guy with disgust, “Oh CRAP!”

The delivery guy says, “What’s a matter lady? You don’t like roses?”

She replies, “Yeah, I like roses, but do you know what this means?”

He says, “No, Lady, what does this mean?”

She answers, “It means for the next two weeks I’ll be laying on my back with my legs in the air.”

He replies, “Geez, Lady, don’t you have a vase?”

6 short-stemmed roses for Valentine’s Day?

So I was excited to get a delivery of flowers from my long-distance boyfriend today, since Valentine’s Day is not really his thing. When I opened the box though, I was a bit underwhelmed. It contained 6 short-stemmed roses with baby’s breath, a small box of chocolates, and a weird red heart-shaped thing with wires and a hole in the center. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do with the red thing, so I thought if I went on the 1-800-flowers website that there would be a picture of how to put it in a vase or whatever. I couldn’t find it anywhere on the website, but the more I looked at the beautiful arrangements available, literally every single one of which looked more impressive, the worse I felt, which I know is stupid, but maybe it is meaningful somehow? We have been together for 5 years or so, and he would not have trouble affording something else.
So should I try to be glad he got me something, or is this really a sign of the fact that he does not care very much (like he cares only enough to go through the motions)?

What do you think of my story? **part of first chapter**?

It is supposed to have more of a casual way to it, but not like 4th grade. Sorry if my grammar is bad! Anything i can fix? I just thought of it a few minutes ago, and i only have one chapter.

When the sun is just hardly falling over the mountains and a cotton-candy pinkness fills the baby blue sky, I know that its time to leave.

Where to? I’m not sure. How I’m going to get out of the house? I’m not to sure on this either. But I am sure of one thing: I am not going to Nightsbane.

I don’t care how crazy they think I am. Because I’m not crazy. That I am also sure of. But that’s what crazy people tell them selves, right? They refuse to admit to the fact that they are-, I won’t let the thought fully sift through my brain. Right know, everything is about Rose. Maybe a few people in between, but mostly, its about Rose. Because in the end, the only one you really have to trust and confide in is yourself.

I shouldn’t be hesitating, but I am. I have spent all week preparing myself for this moment, the moment I would just leave, and forget everything. Forget that my parent’s are dead. Forget that my Aunt secretly wants to get ride of me, even when she says she is sending me to Nightsbane for my own good. But I mostly want to forget who I am. In fact, that’s another thing I’m not sure of, who I am, I mean.

Enough time has passed with me just staring out my window for the moon to climb into the dark night sky. The black spots that pop against its white surface seem to be mocking me, seems to have Nightsbane engraved into the dusty surface. I find my hands running over the window pane, dust gathering on the tips of my fingers. Slowly, as a breeze comes in from the opened glass, the dust falls off my fingers, the draft catching it before it hit’s the beige carpet.

I’m kind of like that dust, I think to myself, following the floating particles with my eyes. Just when I think things are going to get better, and I’m going to stay in one place, something comes and knocks me off my feet. Except for this dust had a second chance, while my last resort it to run. Tears form in my eyes and my throat suddenly feels like I swallowed clay. Or in the dust’s case, fall apart. Which was already easily accomplished.

And then I realize, that like the dust, I don’t want to run, or fall. I want my life to be normal. I want someone there to catch me when I crumble. But through my eyes, I don’t have anyone to even scrape my body off the ground. And my life will never be normal, no matter how hard I try. I see dead people. Doctors shoved the term ‘schizophrenia’ down my throat, and for a while, I believed them. They put me on medicine, and I stopped seeing the ‘hallucinations.’ Just as I finally started to believe that maybe life does still have some good sides to it, I saw him. Clear as day.

Who would have guessed that one day, that one incident, would send me on the highway to hell? Nightsbane is not a good place to go. Its not a happy, cheery, boarding school surrounded by an ocean that has preppy, bright people there. No, its as far from that as it could get. It’s a place for kids with problems. Whether is shizo, being traumatized, anything that isn’t normal, you are placed in Nightsbane. And the last thing I want is to be surrounded by a bunch of freaks. Because I’m not one.

Okay, so maybe I am, but what would you expect from a girl who lost her parents, see’s dead people, lives with her Aunt who hates her more than being hung over on a work day, and soon to be living at Nightsbane. Because I can’t just run away from my problems. I have to face them, and going off to who knows where isn’t going to solve them. Plus, the sooner I get to Nightsbane, the sooner it ends. And then I only have four more years. Great.
Dust…Personification? And i realized the ‘normal’ thing with the dust. My computer was being weird and didn’t copy some of it…

Does this Capture the Modern theme?

I’m not used to writing in a Modern old time theme. I played this by ear, not sure what to type. But I had an idea on what I can do, & this is what I came up with so far:

Once upon a time, a Queen had a wish: she wished for a daughter, skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, & hair as black as ebony. She wished her daughter was absolutely flawless, not a blemish in site. She also wished that her daughter would win the affection of all the princes & kings throughout the kingdom.
Months later, the Queen had gotten her wish, but something was horribly wrong. She was pregnant with 2 daughters. No one had known who the father of the 2 was, because the Queen had an affair. She was married to King Henry, but betrayed him by seeing King Theodore. When King Henry found out, he was so betrayed by his wife that he went to see a banished witch in the palaces donjon.
As King Henry walked the never-ending corridors of the donjon, he passed other prisoners on his way to see the Mighty Maleficent. She was known for her shockingly horrible beauty: Skin so white it looked as if she had never stepped outside in her 45 years of life. Hair so blonde it appeared pale, and eyes so black she didn’t have whites; just black depts that went on forever. But also, Maleficent was known for her wicket spells & dark magic. When pleased, she could set fire to an entire village.
King Henry’s long, hooded cloak trailed behide him. The hood set shadows to his face so he was unrecognized. He looked as if he were a shadow of the night, doing no harm, making no sound, as he passed the cells. He carried a huge candle stick, its top set aflame. He could hear the horrible moans of pain of the captured as he desperately tried to finish his expedition to the evil Maleficent.
Slowly, he approached her cell, and took off the hood, revealing himself to her. She was crouched in the corner of her cell, her clothes torn to rags. He cleared his throat, causing her to look up. A grim smile spread across her flawless face as she rose from her spot. She approached him, bowing.
“My king,” she spoke, her voice echoing throughout the donjon.
“Maleficent,” his voice was as low as a whisper, “I need to ask of you a favor.” Another smile came from her mouth, and as it did, he could see fangs sticking out of her blood colored lips.
“Ah,” she said, almost giggling, “A favor.”
Her voice was beautiful & blood-chilling at the same time. She spoke with such grace, but at the end of her sentences, she would drag out her word; as if it were a hiss.
“Yes,” he said, looking around, paranoid that he had been followed, “a favor.”
Maleficent gazed at him, her white less eyes burning into his. She looked at his golden, fair hair, to his wrinkleless face, passed his crystal blue eyes, down to his pale, full lips.
“What may be this favorrr,” she hissed, “Of which you speak of, my lord?”
“My…wife. She has betrayed me, she’s with child. Two children I believe & I do not know if I am the father of both, or if that retched Theodore is,” he spat out the other King’s name. His face was reddening, because of anger, “What I want you to do, Maleficent, is place a spell on one of the children that’s growing within her. Make her pay for betraying my trust, & our kingdom!”
He hadn’t realized how loud he was being, but at the point he didn’t seem to care. He was looking at the witch with such greed & power; he felt as if he were doing the right thing; as if there wasn’t going to be any trouble. He wanted to get revenge on his wife by making her pay with the only thing she cared about: Her two children.
“Make one of the children her wish: skin as white as snow, lips as read as blood, & hair as black as ebony,” he paused to make sure Maleficent was listening. Sure enough the wicked monster was gazing up at her King with such obedience; she waited for him to continue.
“But, make the other one, a twin.” He paused again to think, “At first, make the other look as if nothing is wrong with her, but as she grows, make her eyes two bottomless black pits, the same as yours. Make her skin so white, it’s flawless, but so gruesome it’s eerie. Make her beautiful, but horrifying. Make her…” he leaned in closer, “a beautiful nightmare.”
Maleficent nodded, smiling so wide it reached her ears.
“As you wish, master,” She purred, “But first, you must free me of my chains. I wish to not rot in this cell any longer. I’m immortal, the most powerful one there is. I wish not to waste my years of long lasting youth in a cell.”
The king gazed at her, taking her delicate hands.
“If you make my wife suffer for doing what she has done,” he said, kissing her hands, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
At that, the malevolence sinner smiled again.
“Quoi que vous disiez,” she said in a French accent that he could not understand.
“Just do what you have to do,” he let go of her hands, putting his hood back on. Just as he was about to turn to leave, he could hear the witch chanting in her French accent and somehow, he just knew she was doing him what he wanted.
~~~
“Make one of the children her wish: skin as white as snow, lips as RED as blood, & hair as black as ebony,” he paused to make sure Maleficent was listening. Sure enough the wicked monster was gazing up at her King with such obedience; she **

how does this sound so far?

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered about, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly through a curtain of several light clouds, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the small scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices.
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled nervously with the fingers of a boy. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “Honestly–how long? What exactly are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer enough,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,” she replied simply.
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come? Maybe we haven’t opened our eyes fully, but he’s going to kill her— as a matter of fact– he’s on his way to kill her, am I the only one aware of this?” She looked around at the other two who now looked rather helpless and worried.
“Maybe..maybe Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly well. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either, if there is anything that I am aware of, it is that,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, while his were still fixed on the slithering orange flames of the fire, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise I’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Oh for God’s sake Oriole—how many times–Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze upon her, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.

Would you continue reading this if it were a book?

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered randomly, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the randomly scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices. .
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes were a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her tall, thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled with the fingers of one of the boys. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “How long? What are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer practically all her life,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,”
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come?”
“I think Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you, Ethan,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly and clearly. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise we’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.
“I can’t let anything happen to her.”

is this good so far, I need some feedback?

The opening of a novel?
This is the beginning of a novel I’m working on, it’s pretty rough and can change–and nothing is final, but it’s my first attempt on getting those bubbling ideas in my head down on paper, I know it’s not the best–and can use a lot of polishing, but this is a part of something that I’ve completely plotted in my head with all the main chunks already there, but if you read this as a beginning of a book, would you continue reading it? Does it sound something like you can get hooked to? I’d love some feedback, thanks in advance =)

It was a strange place with little signs of life, only a vast plain with tall, thirsty grass that stirred in the gentle wind. There were small thick trees scattered about, their leaves rustling against each other fiercely. The moon shone brightly through a curtain of several light clouds, surrounded by a sky dotted with tiny white specks. But somewhere, within the depths of this lifeless plain, somewhere between the small scattered trees, there was a small cave and deep within it, there were voices.
There were three of them, around a fire that crackled and spurred in the midst. The first was a young girl, her inky black hair tied back messily in a bun, her eyes a piercing gray, shining with a strange intensity in the firelight. Her face was also intense, and it was clear if one had taken a good look at her, it would be noticeable that she was thinking very, very hard. Her thin body rocked back and forth, while one of her hands fiddled nervously with the fingers of a boy. The two boys were very different in appearance, both handsome in their own ways. The first, looked much older and had a hard, strong face with a somewhat square jaw and eyes the color of toasted honey, perfectly almond shaped. The second one was lost in solitude. He had a gentle, innocent small face and soft, gentle blue eyes. There was innocence—and purity all over his face and he was extremely pale with little color besides his rosy lips.
“I can’t believe we’re just going to sit around here—and not do anything about it,” The girl said, “Honestly–how long? What exactly are we waiting for? Isn’t it time we helped the poor soul, we’ve let her suffer enough,” She made a face that somewhat resembled a grimace.
Across from the girl, an abnormally large silver fox sat listening carefully, with patience in her eyes, “I’m certain that Aryan knows what he is doing, and he will know when it is time,” she replied simply.
“The girl is getting executed, Saybelle, exactly when will this time come? Maybe we haven’t opened our eyes fully, but he’s going to kill her— as a matter of fact– he’s on his way to kill her, am I the only one aware of this?” She looked around at the other two who now looked rather helpless and worried.
“Maybe..maybe Ophelia is right, we should go see Aryan and see what he’s up to, it might not be such a bad idea,” The first boy said persuasively, giving Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” Ophelia said, beaming. But the wise fox would not budge, she shook her head slowly, “Aryan cares and loves this girl more than his life, and we all know that perfectly well. He hasn’t let any one of us down—ever, and he will most certainly not let her down, either, if there is anything that I am aware of, it is that,”
“It’s not like we don’t trust him,” The second boy spoke up for the first time that night, as all eyes darted in his direction, while his were still fixed on the slithering orange flames of the fire, “But I—well, actually, we all care about this girl. This girl is special, and I will never allow any harm to her, it’s like a blind promise I’ve made with Tyronica, we can’t let anything happen to her,” He rose from his spot, and across from him a giant bird stood, towering over them with its wings spread out. The bird croaked softly, her eyes had suddenly turned bright, shining what seemed to be sunlight into the cave while the others shielded their eyes, “Oh for God’s sake Oriole—how many times–Skyler! Tell her to stop!” Ophelia winced, as the light intensified as the bird fixed her gaze upon her, “Oriole, not now,” Skyler sighed, he walked over to the tall creature as she bent her head down gracefully while Skyler rubbed the spot between her eyes. The light dimmed, and the cave once more was dark, besides the firelight that they all were sitting around.

Please read and help me!?

Please read this and tell me if you have any idea how it can be turned into a story. If you have an idea for what I can use this for, please tell me. I have no idea who this letter is to and what kind of character wrote it and why, if that makes sense. Please, please help me. I wrote this without an idea for a story plot and I can’t think of one. So if you have something–anything–please care and share.

The Last Rose
A vase sits on the table beside the bed, holding the dying eleven red roses you gave before you left. The twelfth stands bright and tall, clinging onto the last hope I have. Blood red petals fall as the flowers fade to black. Each rose dying with another memory. All of my memories keep you here inside with me. I imagine you here with me still.
I stand at my window, looking out at the falling rain. All is the same, the way it was before you left me. My dress, white and torn. My world, black and white. Time has been frozen, the clocks stopped at the time you parted from me. My cold heart turned to stone long ago, unable to beat for anyone else but you. Harmony cannot last forever, and ours ended before we were ready.
Nothing can express my silent tears. I tried to find my way back in this life, hoping there is a way. Please, if you can hear me, let me know you’re okay. All of my memories see us together, even though we’re apart. You took my heart and my very life with you when you left. Please tell me everything’s okay. Fill this emptiness, mend my brokenness. Remind me that this is worth our love. Let me be at peace so I go home. Give me closure, and I’ll fall into the hushed whispers clouding my mind.
Let the last rose die. Eleven memories I’ve let go of. With your voice, your touch, the twelfth shall also fade into nonexistence. You know my love for you will go until the end of time, even though we couldn’t be together.
Now I must blow out my candle, seeing as how you’ll never again light yours. Too long I’ve waited and hoped and prayed that you could stay with me. The spark is gone from your deep, understanding eyes. The warmth has turned cold, and my day has turned to night. You’ve spread your wings and left, and I long for the day when I can fly away into your arms again.
Goodbye, my love.

So yeah…I REALLY need help on figuring out what kind of story this could be turned into and a story plot that this can be worked into.

Thanks! Sorry it’s so long.
okay, that’s a start. Now I need help figuring out a plot. I know I should do it on my own, but I just need a little push. Something to help my imagination.
happy endings my butt…happy endings don’t exist for me

growing roses?

i got some red roses in a vase of plain water with small roots on them and pink roses in water + the packet of flower food they come with, they have no roots yet but are sprouting new leaves/stalks.
how do i go about panting them in earth? or do i let them grow more first (or just the ones with no roots)? do i plant them straight in earth? or leave them in the water longer, cut them? (they still have their flower heads on) or is there any other way of doing it? and how do i take care of them afterwards?

i know i’ve asked this before but i only got some website that said i shouldn’t plant them because they’re “not desirable”!
they mean a lot to me and i want to keep them – alive preferably! thanx for any help!

Should i believe him and does he really care bout me?

Well me & this guy ray(my first love) went out 3 times & he just broke up with me the 21 we only had sex once & he was at my house yesterday he drove an hour to come see me & he said (almost crying) he regrets breakin up with me & he says if we ever go back out he PROMISES(he never goes back on a promise everyone in his life have told me that even his mom & sister who he is every close to) he wont break up with me he said its just hard when we dont see each other alot cause over the phone he starts to lose feelings for me but when he is with me he falls madly in love with me he also said he dont want me to think hes using me just to get sex so if i wanna wait like a year or w/e he will do it cause he loves me!valentines day he bought me a huge $55 vase of roses the card said i love you baby im happiest when im with you ,Christmas-a necklace,new years(he didnt have to get me anything)-pillow shaped in heart that says i love you on it,my bday-a snowglobe with a picture of me in him in it

Do you Love Flowers? Especially Roses? You’ll enjoy this!?

This woman and her husband have this really bad fight. He goes off to work the next day without talking to her, but she doesn’t care.

She’s busy doing her thing around the house. All of the sudden, around 1:00 in the afternoon, the doorbell rings. She goes to the door and opens it and there is a young delivery guy from the local florist shop with an enormous, beautiful bouquet of long-stemmed red roses…the expensive ones…from her husband.

She says to the delivery guy with disgust, “Oh CRAP!”

The delivery guy says, “What’s a matter lady? You don’t like roses?”

She replies, “Yeah, I like roses, but do you know what this means?”

He says, “No, Lady, what does this mean?”

She answers, “It means for the next two weeks I’ll be laying on my back with my legs in the air.”

He replies, “Geez, Lady, don’t you have a vase?”

6 short-stemmed roses for Valentine’s Day?

So I was excited to get a delivery of flowers from my long-distance boyfriend today, since Valentine’s Day is not really his thing. When I opened the box though, I was a bit underwhelmed. It contained 6 short-stemmed roses with baby’s breath, a small box of chocolates, and a weird red heart-shaped thing with wires and a hole in the center. I wasn’t sure exactly what to do with the red thing, so I thought if I went on the 1-800-flowers website that there would be a picture of how to put it in a vase or whatever. I couldn’t find it anywhere on the website, but the more I looked at the beautiful arrangements available, literally every single one of which looked more impressive, the worse I felt, which I know is stupid, but maybe it is meaningful somehow? We have been together for 5 years or so, and he would not have trouble affording something else.
So should I try to be glad he got me something, or is this really a sign of the fact that he does not care very much (like he cares only enough to go through the motions)?