After a while I slow and finnaly come to a halt. I glance downward and descide to take a rose for myself, a keepsake to hold forever. I kneel down and reverently pull one of the flowers from its resting place. As I stand up however I notice something. The red that was once as scarlet as a cardinal is now fading rapidly, the leaves wilting before my very eyes. This can't be, not here, not now. I drop the accursed thing and grasp for another, but it too fades. I become frantic, and in looking behind me I do not see what was there before, I see a gray desert, rocky earth gray and cracked, jagged rocks un-suitable for life. The once blue and sunny sky now covered with smokey clouds.
My eyes tear from the site, tears of blood. As I turn from that wretched sight I realize that the plague is spreading, all around me the roses wilting, drying up and crumbling into dust that pollutes the sky. Soon the entire sea of roses is not more than those demonic rocks.
The terror does not end though. On the horizon I see it lowering, and a rubmling is heard. I turn to run, but again I see the ground crumbling away, the very earth crumbling to ash, the toxic fumes causing me to cough. I let out a scream of terror as the remaining land is only a few feet wide and my doom draws near.
The rumbling stops, as I look down I see that the once beautiful field is now nothing more than a platform of rock big enough for the two feet which rest upon it. Why did it come to this? Why must everything I touch be destroyed, my curse affecting others and tearing apart my very soul.
I see that there is no choice, I leap from my platform, falling into the abyss of soot. My breathing becomes hard as more of the toxins enter my lungs. My descent continues, and the air screams in my ears, when will this torture cease, why must it go on, why can't things just be the way they should?
by B.F.