The Flower Girl
By Lilly Shyree Ever wondered why flowers bloom from the earth, why pink curtains hang above streams, or why large patches of petals lay upon the ground? The story started when Mother Nature’s daughter, named Flower Girl, walked upon the earth, planting seeds of flowers as she threw petals all around. Her palms were always overflowing with the petals and seeds of life. You could know her as the Flower Girl, for she looked like a flower. Her dress was made of pink rose petals and her crown was made from white lilies. Her hair was the color of the sun and earth mixed together. Her pink lips would smile as she threw the petals and sang cheerfully. Mother Nature told her to never go anywhere, where a human could see her. But on this particular sunny day, the Flower Girl could not resist the temptation to sing, dance and throw petals upon the pond. A young fisherman saw her and his heart soon overflowed with love. He knew that she was his true love. Suddenly, as the Flower Girl continued to plant life among the pastures and petals among the streams, Mr. Death came and grabbed her. He had already planted the world full of thorns, thistles and weeds but his sinister heart was still not satisfied. He wanted to get rid of life and the beautiful things of the earth. He began to pull her away to his dark castle, when the young fisherman began to follow them. He would never stop looking for his lost love, and he never did. The story says that in order for the fisherman to never lose sight of the Flower girl, who was being taken away by Mr. Death, the Flower Girl would continue to throw flowers and seeds, making a path for the fisherman. To this day, the Flower Girl is still making way for the fisherman to eventually find her and not lose his way.
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Lizzy By Lilly Shyree The autumn leaves brushed lightly against Maggie’s cheek. A gentle smile appeared on her lightly freckled face. It was mid-October and the burnt orange and crimson colors of autumn were finally appearing. Maggie picked up her heaping stack of papers along with her dark fountain pen. Swiftly walking toward her house, she pulled her ruby-red dress up, enabling her to walk faster. The wind blew fiercely through her dark hair. As soon as she opened the front door to her home her sister quickly greeted her, “My dear sister, come and have tea while it is still hot.” Lizzy was Maggie’s closest companion. Since the time their mother had passed to the next world, Lizzy had taken the homemaker’s position. The girls giggled and smiled as they drank down the delicious cinnamon tea. Cheerful and content, Lizzy was much more than the most beautiful girl inside and out. A few weeks later Maggie walked into the house but this time without a smile. Her face was hot with fever and her face was white and pale. She walked slowly into the living room, sat quietly by the fire and took off her mittens. A cold front had recently swept through the small town of Anneville. Lizzy presently found her lying on the floor, and hurriedly pulled her sister toward her bed. She kissed her sister’s brow and obtained a cool wet rag to put on Maggie’s forehead. Day after day and night after night she continued to care for her sister. During the day, she brought rags for Maggie’s head and medicine for her deadly disease. And then at night, Lizzy slept by Maggie’s side. Suddenly, after a few weeks of Lizzy’s compassionate care, Maggie progressed in health and miraculously recovered. For the next few days life was beautiful and calm until Maggie noticed something. Lizzy was ill. By the time Lizzy was able to admit she had scarlet fever, it was too late. Maggie continuously tried to nurse her sister back to health but there was nothing she could do. On the day of Lizzy’s passing, Maggie leaned on her sister’s breast to say her last farewell. For the rest of Maggie’s life she would never forget her sister’s gift. Lizzy gave her life for her sister...and that is the greatest gift anyone could ever give. |
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