I feel strange. You smell my scent, you admire my beauty, but I'm just a humble flower. You say that I stop starvation and arson, but I'm just a humble little flower. Nothing special or significant. You sing praises about me, you say that I even stop death itself. My anger is my thorns; your finger pricks my anger, staining my petals red. I'm just a cute little rose that you are in love with. The whole country is in love with me. But, I'm just a humble flower. I'm mortified that you love me. I don't understand why you care about me. What is the significance of a rose? I'm just a humble little flower, I'm not your dark little rose.
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Selkies, Gaelic Songs, and Highlander Mythology: Short Stories
FantasyHighlanders myths, and the songs by the people of Scotland and Ireland that they sing in Gaelic have inspired these short stories. I always use selkies as a way of speaking my truth. Selkies are humanoid creatures who can shapeshift between human a...
