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“Flowering Walrus” by Scott Skinner

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My wife chopped off the stems of these innocent white roses about two weeks ago. She put the dozen of them in her favorite glass vase and filled it up. She hasn’t changed the water once, and now it’s murky and growing algae. It looks like the Heather Farm pond that turned green that one year, except it’s not green. It’s just super dirty looking. She thinks flowers are pretty. Apparently, it doesn’t matter if they’re dead or alive; she just has to have them in the house.She made me go to the store and buy baby’s breath the other day. Helluva ...

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“Forget-Me-Not” by Writer Maniac

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He didn’t come outside yesterday. He didn’t wear his rubber-soled shoes and ridiculously large coat. He didn’t push his feet into the soil, savouring the satisfying squelch. He didn’t pick out the flowers that he liked the most and leave them on my front porch. The marigolds were crying. Their petals dripped of their loneliness and neglect, wanting his gentle touch and instead having to find it in each other. My hand had lingered in the air next to my doorknob, not finding the courage to go over there and give them some company. I didn’t ...

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“Madness Among the Flowers” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren

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“So what do you do when your personal values clash with those of your family, your friends, your loved ones, your society?”The classroom went silent. Expected. I gave the prerequisite wait time—counting the slow seconds needed for my high school seniors to digest my salient query. Their pensive expressions belied the fact that they were just digesting lunch. How can anyone teach a class immediately after lunch? They just want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. “Think about it. You have a different worldview, different...

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“Orchids” by Nora Ouardi

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Authors Note: Hey guys! I hope you'll enjoy this story. It's honestly kind of messy and unorganized, giving I wrote it in like 2 hours, but yea! I just got diagnosed with covid, so life sucks but enough of the sob story. So, without further-ado:He gave me flowers.Purple orchids, to be specific.They were my favorite.They reminded me of my mother, who died a year ago.Purple orchids represented admiration.I had that for him.Did he have admiration for me?If he did, I don't think he knew it.Soon, those beautiful orchids will be torn up.Ripped, th...

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“Flowers for Rose ” by Holly Fister

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It’s eerie how time slows down during calamity, allowing your eyes to widen while your lungs forget their need for air, and then suddenly it spits you out in a new life, scarred and reeling. What do you hold on to?Friday, September 24, 2021 4:47p.m.The bus smelled stale and years of grime clung to the walls, but it could have been a prom night limo based on the way we were carrying on. Finally mask free, delirious from hormones and the intoxicating joy of skipping a whole day of school for a French play, we reveled in the moment. The bus dri...

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“The Red Rose ” by Chloe Hanna

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I do not get to see Aunt Clemence very often, I suspect she does not like me very much; she is ardent in the extreme. having no patience with practicality, an intense horror for coherence, and she scoffs openly at my ‘ignorance’ for I at no time to regard things not to be felt and seen and put down to fingers. Due to this conviction, Auntie claims that she is well versed in nature, well, I do certainly hope that is true, for, putting it plainly, I have yet to see anyone half as haggard as she. It is such a shame then, that she is to stay her...

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“'Until we meet again'” by Asha Pillay

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She loved flowers but he didn't.Her love for flowers began when she was born. Her mother was a gardenerete, who had a beautiful garden in the backyard where she grew exotic flowers.Her father would sell them to the local florist, and make a tidy sum, which catered to their daily needs.Orchids, petunias, lilacs, lilies, roses, grew in her small garden, spreading their beautiful fragrance in every corner. She grew up inhaling the scent of these flowers.While going to school, she always carried a small basket of flowers...

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“you brought color” by ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨 🏳️‍🌈 (inactive For The Summer)

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the vibe song for this story is “breaking up was easier in the 90’s” by sam hunt. hope y’all enjoy!rosesroses for the valentines days you said you hated. roses for the smile on your face when I handed them to you, in your favorite color, orange, and i would say, “i thought you hated valentines day.”and you would reply, “i used to. You’re making me like it more.”roses for the red.the red we saw.the red we felt.the red that covered everything after you left.tulipstulips for the smile on your face,the spring sun reflecting on your eyes,eyes, gr...

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“He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not” by Jasey Lovegood

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A Flower a DayHe loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.I wonder if that’s true. Perhaps I live in a delusional sense that he loves me, but in reality, he does not. Am I too hopeful? Am I too naive?He loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.Or maybe his heart does belong to me? If it did, I would hope he would tell me. Imagine going on and on, wondering if the love of your life thinks of you.He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.What if I’m wrong? What if the flowers he sends me every day...

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“Times Are Hard for Dreamers” by Maya W.

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Our story, like so many, begins with a main character. Her name is Mireille, and she is a writer. A poet, more specifically, one born to a poor family in the south of France. She spends her days writing poetry and stories, and when she’s not writing, she’s brainstorming. Ideas flood her head, and those ideas become characters, characters she pens as she writes her great stories of life. Those characters start to take form in her life, and suddenly they’re all around her. Not literally, of course, but figuratively - they surround he...

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“Six Rose Petals 🌹” by Courtney C

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The love potion was her sister’s idea. Jean was into all those hippy, new age things: crystals for healing, wearing clothing made of hemp, spells, tarot cards. She’d commiserated with Bella about her marriage issues over a cup of herbal tea on her front porch and brought it up innocuously, as though it was completely typical suggestion. The jangle of the wind chimes in the background only served to complete the ethereal, nonsensical mood.“Are you sure, Jean? That seems a little out there. I’d been thinking of something like couples therapy.”...

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“Flowers never die” by Aman Fatima

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Flowers! That’s what I see, flowers as soon as I entered my apartment I see flowers. And it’s not just one type of flower it’s a hundred, you name them and they are here. Roses, lilies, orchids, daisies and so many more. My apartment all 600 square feet is covered with flowers and the only thing that comes to my mind is ‘How am I supposed to get all this out?’ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!” now that’s my ‘always happy no matter what happens’ husband. He leaves the kitchen with a birthday cake in his hand and walks towards me. He has that silly co...

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“Toxicodendron radicans” by Michael Boquet

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TW: murder RE: FOIA REQUEST Our office will release evidence pertaining to Case No. AX002331 and Case No. AX002332 to Vicki Vale, in response to a Freedom of Information Act request. Please note as these investigations are ongoing, some information has been redacted. The requested files are attached to this email. -- Officer Roger DeCarlo - GCPD Major Crimes Unit - Public Liaison *** From the private log of Dr. Jason Woodrue - MARCH 19 - 11:06 PM Having returned from my meeting with General Sunderland, I am...

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“Our Red Roses ” by Malz Castell

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Do you remember the day of your first deployment? I clung to you, unwilling to let you go. All I could think about was what if you didn’t make it back, what if this was the last time I saw you, what if this was the last day that we were us and after that, it was just me. I told you through tears and sniffles what I was thinking about. You held me tighter and I wanted to stay like that forever, in your arms, the safest place in the world. You placed me down on the couch and walked over to the kitchen. I could hear you moving things aro...

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“The Life After” by Gip Roberts

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The last thing he remembers before waking up to...this was all the sensations disappearing. Clear up to that moment he'd been shivering, and it had become painful as his exhausted body had struggled to keep him awake.He looks back at the tracks leading to his car. No signs of melting, and now it's getting darker. Panic sparks again, but it never quite materializes as a full-blown feeling the way it had earlier.He recalls the temperature: The in-dash thermometer had shown seven below zero. That was at noon. It has to be even colder now.But he...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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✍️ 278 stories

“Flowering Walrus” by Scott Skinner

“Forget-Me-Not” by Writer Maniac

“Madness Among the Flowers” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren

“Orchids” by Nora Ouardi

“Flowers for Rose ” by Holly Fister

“The Red Rose ” by Chloe Hanna

“'Until we meet again'” by Asha Pillay

“you brought color” by ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨 🏳️‍🌈 (inactive For The Summer)

“He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not” by Jasey Lovegood

“Times Are Hard for Dreamers” by Maya W.

“Six Rose Petals 🌹” by Courtney C

“Flowers never die” by Aman Fatima

“Toxicodendron radicans” by Michael Boquet

“Our Red Roses ” by Malz Castell

“The Life After” by Gip Roberts

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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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