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“Fleur-de-lis and a Rose” by David Brown

I quietly stepped into the Paladin’s private chapel carrying the flowers he’d requested. Inside the florist’s box were eight white lilies and a single pale rose. He’d stowed his shining plate mail armor and helm on the stout display stand in the corner, and he’d placed his great truncheon of a holy mace upon a small communion table dressed with a white linen altar cloth. A skylight above the table was surrounded by blue, white, and red LEDs whose light merged with the sun’s evening rays, scintillating across his steel mace, and blending i...

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“Where our hearts bloom.” by Vanessa Queens

“Surround yourself with people who allow you to blossom.” Cute Flower Quote Once upon a time there was an old lady who adored flowers. Such was her love that she had her own small and beautiful garden in the front of her house. She looked after it herself, she w...

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“Hades” by Cassandra Durnin

The time could not possibly move quick enough. Every day dragged on, and on, and on. No sun, no light, nothing but the agony of the Pit and the same movement of shades passing by. Things were so unchangingly monotone, and it made him wonder how he’d ever gotten by without knowing anything else. How had he stayed under, twisting steel and bone into an empire? How had he not known what lay above him, just over the red-hot...

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“The Ugly Flower” by Aisa M

Not because you named your child after a flower already meant she would be as delicate, pretty, and as fragrant as the flower she was named after. It could be otherwise.Jinta would be seen every day in front of her flower shop. Her face would be a frown, her rich dark eyebrows a V-shape above her huge crooked nose. She was a strange sight amidst the beautiful flowers surrounding her. Toddlers would cry when they see her. Bigger kids would shoot her with pellet guns from behind and run away when she looks back at them wit...

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“Shears” by Elle Boyd

Jane carries her twill basket through the front door and around the side of the house. The basket has seen better days – the handles are unravelling where they are seamed to the body – but it does the job. Still, she makes a mental note to see when the next crafters’ market is being held so she can shop for a new one. With any luck she can find one with a similar floral print. Inside the basket are the to...

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“Child of Stars” by Claire C

“Things are not looking good up here,” a voice said through my comms. “But don’t wait for us. Get that thing down to the surface. With any luck, it’ll save us.” I swallowed, staring at the curve of the Earth beneath me. “Yes, sir.”I’d never gotten to see the planet in its prime. My commanders had told me stories of brilliant blue oceans and emerald continents, swirling weather patterns and vibrant sunsets. Earth wasn’t just a rock in space, it was a planet, a living thing.&nbs...

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“Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Genus, Species” by Kendall Defoe

He found his gloves, hat, knee pads and tools, so he was ready to get to work. The garden was still thawing out with large patches of snow melting in the fresh sunlight and water draining out in the pipes and gutters he had built when he moved in. The sun kept things going in these times. The heat was growing in his back and head, sweat forming a small river; a wet animal feeling was heading down his spine, and the damp earth providing some cooling and chilling climate for his work.“Uncle Dave?”He turned on his kne...

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“Floral Eyes” by Lemon Layton

“The flowers are really pretty,” a customer commented while walking by the counter. Loir nodded as she bundled up the last of her orders with a bright pink ribbon. February was always the busiest time for the shop, but that just meant more time that she could work. She sucked in a breath as she pricked her finger on one of the thorns that the white rose had. She wiped her bleeding finger on her pants as she set the bouq...

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“Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Elizabeth Inkim

In a field of poppies, I lie in wait. Blinking the warm afternoon sun out of my eyes, a stray breeze kisses a shiver into my skin. In the dawning of spring, I twirl a leaf between my fingers, one of many; it is emerald and bold. Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. From my leatherbound notebook, I pull out a pressed carnation. Its pink petals are sun-soaked and radiant. There is no place else in the world I would rather be―only there is, with her.

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“Iris” by 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐚 ．

Canada, year 2819Humankind had always loved beauty, treasuring above all flora and fauna. From the yellow sunflowers that reached to the golden sky to the sweet-scented lavender that grew in violet meadows, flowers had and always will be a weakness to people.But years after Aster Quinley was born, the world fell into distress. Natural resources had exhausted, and the ruins of what people had done shook the Earth's soil with new, refound rage.It was worse than anything before—long dormant volcanoes ...

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“Flowers hidden in the mist” by Catherine Stevens

Journal of Sir Edmond Starlidge the 5th, Duke of Carthingston.August 4th 1832Even though I am here, I believe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I undertook this exposition as a lark, out of boredom. I didn’t believe the legend of the citadel of flowers. It was suppose to be a tropical oasis shrouded in the mist, deep in the cavern of a glacier. But my dear friend Rupert believed and was going, despite being told he was a fool. So I went with him. Now...

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“The Storm Flowers” by Howard Halsall

I woke up to the sound of an almighty crash on the roof above my head. It was dark in my attic bedroom, but I remember narrowing my eyes and straining my ears. There’s another loud crack. It’s a metallic impact that can only be a car. An alarm sounds down in the street. I hear two distant warning shouts. There’s a second heavy thud overhead, followed by a tsunami of explosions. I can’t hear individual impacts as they are lost in the deluge. I scramble out of bed, stumble to the window and draw back the curtains. Apple-sized ha...

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“Resurrection” by Jack O'brien

“The joys of parents are secret; so are their griefs and fears.” Francis Bacon In early June of 1956, when he was 24 years old, my father was electrocuted. As a lineman for ...

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“my red rose.” by Corvus Que

My mother used to say every child was a bud, waiting to blossom, waiting for those delicate little petals to peek every so slightly through the young leaves of our youth. We all wander a world of marigold petals and mint, asphodel and the curled yellow petals of birdsfoot trefoil. We roam a garden full of the thorns that are suspicion and grief, dried white roses crinkling underfoot in a trail of everlas...

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“Petals” by Heera A

The jianghu* is big, and there is plenty to see. Two souls seated in a passing cart whose canopies touch as the horses trot by, smile with a song known since time began, yet others grow white on their heads, with no melody shared within. What use is there in many years shared in pointless chatter when a single moment of silence can contain multitudes? We promised to make every moment count, and I think that we have.Fei Hong sits by the riverside, not caring that the hem of his emerald robes are getting soiled wi...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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✍️ 290 stories

“Fleur-de-lis and a Rose” by David Brown

“Where our hearts bloom.” by Vanessa Queens

“Hades” by Cassandra Durnin

“The Ugly Flower” by Aisa M

“Shears” by Elle Boyd

“Child of Stars” by Claire C

“Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Genus, Species” by Kendall Defoe

“Floral Eyes” by Lemon Layton

“Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Elizabeth Inkim

“Iris” by 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐚 ．

“Flowers hidden in the mist” by Catherine Stevens

“The Storm Flowers” by Howard Halsall

“Resurrection” by Jack O'brien

“my red rose.” by Corvus Que

“Petals” by Heera A

🌟 Similar prompts

Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical).

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Start your story with one character pointing out the first sign of spring to another.

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