Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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“Daffodils” by Jordan Goodyear

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Spring always has the connotation of new beginnings, and the sickeningly feeling that you should stop feeling sorry for yourself as you once did during those lonely winter nights… whether you like it or not. They tell you to be happy and productive “‘cause the sun is out” and “the flowers are a-blooming” and that “nature is waking up, you should be happy”, again and again and again. Once you get bombarded enough that you are insecure enough to listen, you start doing those things. You deep clean your apartment even though you found ...

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“Flowery Language” by A Mehendale

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It’s a small lecture theatre, dimly lit. Dr Romano is a brilliant speaker, knowledgeable and engaging and just the slightest bit condescending - the just slightly pompous tone of someone who is the most expert in her field and knows it. She’s talking through some drawings right now, a collection of Da Vinci’s anatomical sketches. It’s fascinating, and the papers are incredible, and Antiope knows that she’s privileged to be here and she should be on the edge of her seat.And she would be, except she can’t. Stop. Sneezing. It’s infuriating...

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“From Buds to Blooms” by Elizabeth Genova Heberle

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The mornings were not the same. Dad was still in and out of the hospital with surgeries, and this year became a blur between dialysis and in patient stays almost every other month. Michael was still in the hospital as well for the last two weeks. The initial shock had worn off, and now senioritis became this weird, unwanted gift of guilt and shame. He was in an induced coma to reduce whatever it was the doctors said was happening. It was a miracle, they said, that his brain hemorrhage stopped, the surgery was successful, but whatever that ...

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“Garden Therapy” by Moira Christensen

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Garden Therapy The flower boxes are a mass of color, yellows, pinks, purples, orange and red. He is overjoyed with the rainy days, feeding his garden those special nutrients that only rain can do. The flowers look so fresh, bursting with brilliance. This is his garden, his happy place, his savior. He had been plagued by constant vertigo attacks. His life was a constant battle and she prayed that one day his whirling life would stop, and their life would be “normal” again. No amount of prayers could change the cours...

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“Lovers in Spring, Strangers in Summer” by Trishie Chikerema

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Inside the simple words I write is a glimpse of an untold love story and hope for a life that will never become a reality. The path that leads to my heart is littered with flowers of every kind, each holds memories of the life we’ve lived. I am the enchanter held under his own curse that binds me to her and on the sands of this path, only her footprints exist. As I wait for spring to bring color to this path, I retrace the journey that subjected me to this life. A small smile on my lips as I remember the first day we met. The sun glistening ...

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“Purple Joy” by Andrea Couture

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Henry ran to put on his sneakers while exclaiming, “The sun is out! It’s like summer!” His little gray and yellow Velcro shoes waited patiently by the door to enjoy another adventure. Henry pushed his little feet with mismatched socks into the shoes and said, “Look Mom! I can do it! They are on the right feet!” I glanced down and smiled, “They are! Great job. Let’s go!” As I grabbed my red vest and slipped my arms through it, Henry was already pushing the door to the garage open and running ahead. I followed him out the door at a much slower...

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“Good Fences and Good Neighbors” by Susan Joy Clark

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Monday, one week before the judging for the Annual Honeyville Community Garden Competition“Seamus! Seamus, get out of my garden!” I took chase after my neighbor's wheaten terrier who was now racing in circles around my bird and butterfly sanctuary. With each rotation, he chased away another goldfinch and another butterfly. It was a futile exercise, running in circles after a beast that was more agile than a ninja and faster than the Roadrunner escaping Wile E. Coyote. Suddenly, my foot slipped, and I did a full face plant in the grass, still...

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“Michel and the Rose-a Retelling.” by Michele Duess

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This would make a great once upon a time story, Michel thought. Except, I’m in it. Maybe the next time someone tells you a place is haunted you’ll believe it, said a voice inside him. If there was a next time which seemed doubtful, considering who was screaming at him right this very moment. All because he’d dared to ask why he’d been captured. “Why are you in this cell?” roared the monster. “Because you stole my flowers!” Michel was amazed he could look at him without screamin...

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“SPRING TIME” by Mara Masolini

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SPRING TIME Every year when it was spring again, and you felt spring in the air, in the wind, you saw it in the light, for her it was time to adventure, her heart beating tightly, in the ditches between lawn and lawn, looking for those jonquils so rare, which standing upright with their sober , solid, enchanting appearance (look) among needles and weeds. They, with their glazed appearance that made you think they were ceramic flowers, yet with their unmistakable perfume, even if barely perceptible, a bitter sweet scent wh...

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“Hanahaki” by Désirée Iaiza

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Is it really hard to love someone? She had never thought about it, till that day. That group project was the last thing she wanted to do until she saw that pretty face of his. He wasn't the popular guy, it was the opposite. So when he got paired up with her, the loved and famous Anya, and two of her close friends, he felt like he could internally explode at any moment. For her, that was the first time she saw him. Being the cool girl she was, limited the number of people she could meet or remember. But on that day, she wondered how come she ...

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“Who Dreams of Cut Flowers? ” by Daniel Brown

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“Who dreams of cut flowers?” It felt like an idiot question that deserved an idiot answer. And at a time where the moon was especially bright, where its glow turned the usually dark diner into a paper lantern, Rainbow and I appeared particularly idiotic. Alone in a diner, charred fries, two greasy, untouched burgers and warm, denim-clad bodies who blabbered about dreams of cut flowers. “I dream about different ones on different nights.” I started, like the engines of cars that zoomed past. “Like last night, I dreamt of a ro...

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“Be My Eyes Young One.” by Debbie Teague

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Two people sat underneath an old oak tree in the early spring. The older one wrapped with a lap blanket and prayer shawl to keep away the chill; the younger one in a hooded cloak over a simple robe. They talked of the colors of a bed of tulips next to the benches. After a time, the older one said: “I need you to take a journey young one. Do you recall the first path we walked when you became my student?” “Yes, Master Reeves. Garden of the Gods, it was summer.” The old man smiled and spoke. “Yes, that’s the place....

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“X-RE” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

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She felt sick, spinning around in her Venus Raider. It was 3908, in human years, but in Saturn years, it was 239, and it was 7654 in Jupiter years. She groped for the safety bar the scientists had placed for cases like this, when the gravity was off. "Walker. Come here", she said through her suit's speakers. Syma wondered into the pod room, all most lazily. "What?", she replied. "Did Phase Four work?" "I don't know. I said I'll tell you when I find out." Kaylee finally grabbed the safety bar, and looked out into space, annoyed. They...

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“Spring flowers ” by Ally Evans

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The light shone through my kitchen window as I poured myself a cup of tea. The first sign of warmth and brightness this year, it was nice. I missed the feeling of the sun on my eyelids. The entire winter had been drab, the sky grey, with about a foot of snow and constant hailstorms making it awful to go outside. I rinsed my cup and put a light sweater on before stepping out the door. Today’s as good as ever to take a stroll. It was late enough in the season that the world didn’t give off that muddy vibe. You know the one, where t...

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“An Aromatic Demise” by Rheniya Thornberg

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I remember Mom vividly. As though decades hadn’t passed since I was that troublesome nine-year-old kid. She was young then, probably not much older than thirty. She took me in, just like the other Moms had, to care for me until either someone adopted me or until she got tired of me and sent me off to live with another Mom. At first, I expected her to be like the others. Cold and callous, only in it for the money. But she was different. She seemed to care about me, in a way that seemed weird and foreign. I knew because she would look at me wi...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 278 stories

“Daffodils” by Jordan Goodyear

“Flowery Language” by A Mehendale

“From Buds to Blooms” by Elizabeth Genova Heberle

“Garden Therapy” by Moira Christensen

“Lovers in Spring, Strangers in Summer” by Trishie Chikerema

“Purple Joy” by Andrea Couture

“Good Fences and Good Neighbors” by Susan Joy Clark

“Michel and the Rose-a Retelling.” by Michele Duess

“SPRING TIME” by Mara Masolini

“Hanahaki” by Désirée Iaiza

“Who Dreams of Cut Flowers? ” by Daniel Brown

“Be My Eyes Young One.” by Debbie Teague

“X-RE” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

“Spring flowers ” by Ally Evans

“An Aromatic Demise” by Rheniya Thornberg

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

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