😁Short story inspired by two pictures I saw on Pinterest which I attached below just before the story.


🌹Once long ago the rose existed without thorns. It was magnificent and most people were in awe. Some would walk by the rose clenching their fists however for not everyone appreciated the perfection. They did not care about the rose but left it alone.
However one day a witch came hearing whispers of a perfect flower. Her name was Rue. She stared at the rose biting her lips and clenching her hands.
“Such beauty should not exist without danger. I hereby curse you to turn into a different human after every full moon. Only one days with full moons will you return to your original state. Untill you learn that perfection does not exist the curse shall not lift”,Rue said before dissappearing in a flash of light.
🌹And so the rose turned into different human beings after each full moon was over. Every time she learned something new that was heartbreaking but she did not change. Now after the latest full moon passed she has turned into a high school girl.
“I hate her”.
“Did you hear about her? I hear she stole Dana’s phone”.
These were only a few of the things she heard being whispered about her as she walked to class. Her eyes glistened but the tears didn’t fall. That night as she looked at all the rude comments on social media she learned the lesson the witch wanted her to learn. Beauty can not exist without pain and perfection would only breed jealousy and hatred.
That night she turned back into a rose but something was new. The rose now had sharp thorns to protect itself. With the lesson learned she was once again just a beautiful rose but now she was dangerous.Never to turn into another human being again she made a wish.
She wished that the Witch would help young humans that were being bullied. So they would transform into roses on full moon nights to learn that beauty exists even when it doesn’t feel like it. That true beauty is in being uniquely yourself. The ones that couldn’t be saved in time? They became new unique roses after death waiting to help someone.
🌹And that’s why roses have thorns.
M.S.Wepener