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| - The Rose film américain de Mark Rydell sorti en 1979
- The Rose has been re-titled Cold Case .
- The Rose, born as Alison Benson, is a 9th generation Tzimisce, Ductus of the Widows Pack within the Montreal Sabbat.
- "The Rose" is a pop song written by Amanda McBroom and made famous by Bette Midler, who performed it in the 1979 film The Rose. Since then it has been covered by a variety of artists, including Conway Twitty. In "Baby Not On Board", the Griffin family, sans Stewie, sing it while on their road trip.
- The Rose is a flower growing in a once-vacant lot in Manhattan, New York City. It is the physical manifestation of the Dark Tower on Keystone Earth. The lot in which the Rose grew was owned by the Toren family, eventually passing to Calvin Tower before being sold to the Tet Corporation for the purpose of protecting the Rose. Tet then built a skyscraper around the Rose, leaving the patch of ground untouched at the center of the lobby.
- Bai He es algo bajita, algo gordita y no particularmente bonita. Y en el día en que su novio corta con ella (porque él encontró una novia muchísimo más bonita), se va a su casa para encontrar que su abuela, su única pariente, está enferma y se encuentra en las puertas de la muerte. Pero las cosa cambian cuando poco a poco su hermano pequeño se enamora de ella igual que el ¿Quien conquistará el amor de Bai He? ¿Podran lograr la familia que desean?
- My name is George Charmical. I tell this story not to give a few spooks or give a little kid nightmares, but in fear that someone or something is trying to kill me. It all started after my grandmother had died. She was going down in her basement to get fertilizer when she fell and cracked her skull on a large flower pot. My grandfather came in a few hours later and called 911. Three weeks later as my mom, dad, and I had gathered around the T.V. the doorbell rang. “Hello son, are your parents home? Can I talk to them?” I turned my head and called to my dad, “Wha-what happened?"
- Richard Fisk, also known as The Schemer, The Rose, and Blood Rose, is a crime lord and the son of Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, and is an enemy of Spider-Man and Daredevil. When he was young, Richard tried hard to make his parents proud of him, and went to college in Switzerland, keeping his mind and body strong to impress his peers. When he found out that his father had become New York's Kingpin of crime, Richard faked his death, appearing later as the Schemer in an attempt to dethrone his father and take his power. Richard was successful, and sent the Kingpin into a coma.
- The Rose is a 1979 American musical drama film which tells the story of a self-destructive 1960s rock star who struggles to cope with the constant pressures of her career and the demands of her ruthless business manager. The film stars Bette Midler, Alan Bates, Frederic Forrest, Harry Dean Stanton, Barry Primus, and David Keith. The Rose was nominated for four Academy Awards including Best Actor in a Supporting Role (Frederic Forrest), Best Actress in a Leading Role (Bette Midler, in her screen debut), Best Film Editing and Best Sound.
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| - The Rose film américain de Mark Rydell sorti en 1979
- The Rose is a 1979 American musical drama film which tells the story of a self-destructive 1960s rock star who struggles to cope with the constant pressures of her career and the demands of her ruthless business manager. The film stars Bette Midler, Alan Bates, Frederic Forrest, Harry Dean Stanton, Barry Primus, and David Keith. The story is loosely based on the life of singer Janis Joplin. Originally titled Pearl, after Joplin's nickname, and the title of her last album, it was fictionalized after her family declined to allow the producers the rights to her story. It was written by Bill Kerby, and Bo Goldman from a story by Bill Kerby, and directed by Mark Rydell. The Rose was nominated for four Academy Awards including Best Actor in a Supporting Role (Frederic Forrest), Best Actress in a Leading Role (Bette Midler, in her screen debut), Best Film Editing and Best Sound. Midler performed the soundtrack album for the film, and the title track became one of her biggest hit singles in 1980.
- The Rose has been re-titled Cold Case .
- The Rose, born as Alison Benson, is a 9th generation Tzimisce, Ductus of the Widows Pack within the Montreal Sabbat.
- Richard Fisk, also known as The Schemer, The Rose, and Blood Rose, is a crime lord and the son of Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, and is an enemy of Spider-Man and Daredevil. When he was young, Richard tried hard to make his parents proud of him, and went to college in Switzerland, keeping his mind and body strong to impress his peers. When he found out that his father had become New York's Kingpin of crime, Richard faked his death, appearing later as the Schemer in an attempt to dethrone his father and take his power. Richard was successful, and sent the Kingpin into a coma. After battling Spider-Man, Richard had a change of heart towards his father and joined the terrorist organization HYDRA, in hopes that he could use their resources to find a cure. He rose through the ranks to become the Supreme Hydra, and cured his father. The Fisk family then took over a section of HYDRA, but found out that they were beings used by the Red Skull and were forced to team up with Captain America to defeat him. Later, Richard went into hiding and took on the secret identity of the Rose, and several times came into conflict with Spider-Man and Daredevil. After awhile, he tried again to assassinate his father as Blood Rose, but failed. When his mother Vanessa found out, she killed her son in anger, but soon regreted it and died of sorrow.
- "The Rose" is a pop song written by Amanda McBroom and made famous by Bette Midler, who performed it in the 1979 film The Rose. Since then it has been covered by a variety of artists, including Conway Twitty. In "Baby Not On Board", the Griffin family, sans Stewie, sing it while on their road trip.
- Bai He es algo bajita, algo gordita y no particularmente bonita. Y en el día en que su novio corta con ella (porque él encontró una novia muchísimo más bonita), se va a su casa para encontrar que su abuela, su única pariente, está enferma y se encuentra en las puertas de la muerte. Después de la muerte de su abuela, Bai He se encuentra una carta que ella le dejó y en la que le dice que tiene más familiares. Y para su sorpresa, su mamá es una famosa actriz. Bai He se va a vivir con su nueva familia, que incluye a una hermana mayor, un hermano mayor y un hermano menor. Todos de diferentes padres. Pero para su disgusto, ella descubre que es un patito feo entre hermosos cisnes. Y ahora ella se está enamorando de su hermano mayor y su rival es su hermano menor porque a él también le gusta y empieza la guerra para saber quien se quedara con el amor del hermano mayor quien esta aun enamorado de su novia fallecida y donde encontrara de nuevo la felicidad en Bai he. Pero las cosa cambian cuando poco a poco su hermano pequeño se enamora de ella igual que el ¿Quien conquistará el amor de Bai He? ¿Podran lograr la familia que desean?
- My name is George Charmical. I tell this story not to give a few spooks or give a little kid nightmares, but in fear that someone or something is trying to kill me. It all started after my grandmother had died. She was going down in her basement to get fertilizer when she fell and cracked her skull on a large flower pot. My grandfather came in a few hours later and called 911. At the funeral home, we wept like you would expect. She was my father’s mom, and so he took it pretty hard. I had never seen him look so distraught. Before then I had never seen a dead person before so I shied away from her body until my mom made me go up and say goodbye. They were about to close the lid on her casket, so I got a quick look at her. In her hand was a rose. This came to no surprise to me as she loved her award winning roses, she probably asked to be buried with one in her will. But right as they closed the coffin something strange happened. I could have sworn, for a split second, the rose turned black. I shrugged it off as seeing things from grief or something. I wasn’t feeling that well in the first place. Three weeks later as my mom, dad, and I had gathered around the T.V. the doorbell rang. “George, will you get that?” asked my father. I obliged and opened the door. On the other side was a cop. He had a solemn look on his face. “Hello son, are your parents home? Can I talk to them?” I turned my head and called to my dad, “Dad, there’s a cop here. He wants to talk to you.” My parents walked over and my dad asked what was going on. “Sir, I’ve got some bad news. Mr. Charmical, your father, is dead. We found him a couple of hours ago.” My mother gasped and looked like she would pass out. My father’s face went pale. “Wha-what happened?" “We’re still trying to figure it out. It looked like he was strangled but there were several cuts along his neck, not enough to kill him, but to cause some blood loss. We found this on the body.” He showed us a plastic bag. Inside was a black rose. “Does it mean anything to you?” he asked. “No, I’ve never seen it before.” My dad put his hand on his head and looked at it. It looked like he was fighting back tears. The cop apologized again and said goodbye. Also he told us if he found anything else he would contact us. At the time I didn’t really care as I was grieving the loss of another grandparent. My father shut the door and my parents went to the couch and began crying. I could hear my mother’s sobbing as I went up the stairs to my room. After lying down in my bed I too began to cry as I thought of the good times I had had with my grandparents. Their house, always so tidy, always smelling so fresh. Smelling… like… roses… The room was dark and musty. I was no longer in bed but in a basement. The room was empty except for a smash flower pot. There were stairs that looked familiar. I climbed them to find I was in my grandparent’s house. There was a scent in the air, a smell of roses. I followed it and it lead me to the back door. Upon opening said door I was faced with an immense rose garden, lush and green with dots of red from the roses. I could hear a feint noise. It sounded like someone crying. A small, clear path was in front of me and I followed it. As I went on the crying slowly got louder and soon I was lead to a small clearing. I almost vomited on the spot. There in the middle of the clearing was my grandmother’s dead, rotting body. Then everything changed. The roses became black, black as night. Blood dripped from them as if they were tears. The crying was now very loud as if it were right behind me. But every time I turned around no one was there. I reluctantly looked at my grandmother’s corpse which sounded like the source of the crying sound. Suddenly her eyes opened as did her mouth. Out of it came a thorned vine which wrapped around my neck, digging into my skin. Blood began to pour out as it slowly suffocated me. It pulled me towards my grandmother's body which glared at me. Now inches away from my face it seemed like she was whispering something. I cannot be sure as it was very quiet and the vine in her mouth kept her from being able to speak very clearly but it sounded like this: “She will kill you all. It is part of the deal. She will kill you all. For my roses. She will kill… you… ALL!” I suddenly jolted awake in my bed, sweat pouring down my face. On the clock it read 9:45. Five minutes after I had went up to my room. I felt something in my hand and when I looked down, I nearly screamed. It was a black rose. I couldn’t think of anyway it could have gotten here unless someone had climbed in the window. I checked it. It was locked, just as I had left it and there were no signs of outside entry. I went downstairs to tell my parents but they weren’t there. I went around the house and tried to find them but couldn’t. I checked everywhere inside the house so I decided to check in the backyard. Walking to the backdoor I could hear a quiet, hushed sound. It sounded almost like… laughter. I put my hand on the knob, turned it, and opened the door. There were my mom and dad, strangled to death by large, thorny vines. In their hands they clutched black roses and on their faces expressions of pure terror. I turned around and bolted from the house. I have never returned since. I went to the nearest motel, and when I got to my room I locked the door then went to the window and locked it. I wanted to be sure no one or no thing could get in. After I was finished securing the place I sat on the bed and began crying. I cried for an unmeasurable time and when sleep overcame me no nightmares plagued me. I awoke to a fresh, new morning. I didn’t know what I was going to do about permanent living arrangements but right then I didn’t care. The nightmare seemed to be over. I left my room, locked it, and then walked downstairs to where the manager sat behind his little desk. He was reading a newspaper and on the front cover it read, “Local Policeman Strangled in His Office.” The picture below the text, I couldn’t believe my eyes, was the one who had come the night before, the one who warned me about the killer. I kept reading on and as I did I got the feeling someone was watching me. Well, other than the manager who was wondering why I was hovering over him, staring at his newspaper. I asked him about the headline and he told me this, “Yeah, some guy was murdered in his office, they say he had some weird cuts on his neck as if the killer used barbed wire or something. Heck of a way to go if you ask me.” “Yeah, that would be bad,” I said weakly. I just then remembered that the police station wasn’t far from here. I power-walked up to my room, unlocked the door, and began taking what little things I had. Whatever killed my family is clearly trying to kill me and anyone involved is going to get hurt. I bolted out not caring whether the door was locked or not. But as I got to the front desk, I came to a complete halt. The manager was dead. His neck was bruised and cut. In his hand was a black rose. I have never returned to that town since. I’ve never even thought about it. I have been living on the run for a while now. It seems everywhere I go this thing keeps following me. And anytime there is a reprieve from the horror it comes back two fold. I haven’t slept in days as every time I close my eyes I feel like something is watching me. I’ve been cooped up in this ratty motel room for two weeks now and I’m out of money, but it doesn't matter. I think the hotel manager is already dead.
- The Rose is a flower growing in a once-vacant lot in Manhattan, New York City. It is the physical manifestation of the Dark Tower on Keystone Earth. The lot in which the Rose grew was owned by the Toren family, eventually passing to Calvin Tower before being sold to the Tet Corporation for the purpose of protecting the Rose. Tet then built a skyscraper around the Rose, leaving the patch of ground untouched at the center of the lobby.
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