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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022

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“Daffodils” by Jordan Goodyear

Submitted to Contest #86

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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“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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“Why is the Squirrel the Favorite Animal of the Grassland? ” by Deepika Viswanath

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 The tiny squirrel made his way around the grass, nibbling at each end, pausing every now and then to look up. It was brown in color, with streaks of white fur. He then made his way to a part of the grass that was dry. There were a few chestnuts in that space. Swiftly, he picked one up. His puffy cheeks bit the chestnut as he held it in his paws.When he was done, the squirrel ran towards a garden which was next to the patch of grass.The garden had a single rose budding from its stem. It was planted in the ground. It was unique as it was...

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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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“MY BELOVED” by AEDION LAURA

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I woke up once again, feeling the love of my life nearer to me. I tried to look up, but I still can’t. If only my petals could grow faster and open myself to see my beloved, the light of my life. I heard my comrades far from me, frustrated that there petals are still adamant on preventing us from seeing our goddess. We only have one thing, to adore her and follow it every hour of every minute of every day. I sipped the water down my roots to facilitate my petals to open. I have been doing this ritual for so many days that I lost count, but t...

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“Grace” by Cynthia Brennan

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Grace By Cynthia Brennan            Grace walked in her garden for what was likely the last time. Sunflowers dipped and reached toward her for one final embrace. Hydrangeas in shades of pale blue and pink huddled close to comfort each other at the loss of their dear friend and caretaker. Bright red roses clung to their trestles for support. The usually happy-looking yellow and white daffodils drooped their heads in sadness. Grace was leaving her home of fifty five years today and mo...

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“My Back Yard” by Mike Henry

Submitted to Contest #86

My Back Yard                                                                                   It’s not big but it is manageable and...

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“Unlucky Flowers” by Melissa Källström

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Isaac stared at all of the bouquets, unable to make up his mind. They sure did have an enormous selection of flowers around Mother’s Day.  Come on, you’re just getting flowers for mom. You do this every year. And he dreaded it every year. Despite all her faults, and, if Isaac was being honest, she did have quite a lot of faults, he loved his mother, though if asked he could never explain why. The reason he loved her was a mystery that always escaped him. Why do I love her if she’s like this? If she doesn’t even like me? Isaac would sit...

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“For the love of Primrose” by Melody Kasamba

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"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me...," Primrose sank into the bubbles.Her left hand like the branches of a willow tree dangled off the edge of the bathtub with her fingers barely holding the fresh stems of what was previously a bouquet of roses. For the millionth time that morning, her eyelids squeezed short threads of tears off her face into the soap suds. Slowly she plucked the last petal and tossed it into the bath water among it's floating companions, “...He loves me not."The stems slipped out of her fingers and scattered all ov...

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“No Love Can Save You” by Florian Wolf

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"Really, you don't let us through?" He asked the flowers with a big sigh at the end of the sentence. "Nohoho!" The Flowers answered sternly and waved their sunflower-shaped heads around. This annoying weed is totally playing us. Just let us through to Prince Charming so that she, my annoying sis, can finally go away. "Yeaaah, I can totally understand this!" She reacted to the flowers' answer. "One should have to finish an adventure before finding Prince Charming. I can't imagine just getting the love of your life thrown at you!" She was...

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“Flowers” by Josephine Andersen

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FlowersAnna locked her front door, got into her van and started up the engine. It was 4 am and dark but she had to get to the flower market early to be in time to choose good quality flowers.The day was overcast with a promise of rain and she huddled into her jacket to keep warm. Her long hair was tucked under a beanie and her jeans a bit ragged at the knees. It was a struggle to look smart when she got up so early. She had not given her appearance attention for some time.At the market, her eye caught some fresh Inca lilies and with a g...

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“Daffodils Aren’t For Eating” by Miles Swanson

Submitted to Contest #86

“Okay listen up, most of you know the rules” My uncle Clyde’s voice booms. He used to be an auctioneer so his loud and fast paced voice is perfect for this role. “But I’ll go over it for a couple of the new faces we got here today.” I look around to spot my roommate and friends from college, my niece, a few of my cousins I haven’t seen for a while and other faces who seem familiar but I can’t quite identify. “First, you’ve all been given an envelope with a clue to the items you’ll have to find.” His loud voice wakes me up from my pondering o...

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“Black Rose” by Charlotte S

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Black RoseBy Charlotte S“Max! Time for dinner!” called Max’s mother from downstairs.“Coming!” called Max from her position on her bed, her feet on the wall and her head hanging off the edge, books piled around her. She flopped off her bed to the side, a cascade of books following shortly after, scattering across the unattractive cow print rug that her mother had insisted on buying. Max gave a couple of them a halfhearted shove towards her bed, before picking herself up and heading towards the door. When she got downstairs, the table was...

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“Flowers” by Gosia Homa

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TW: murder, suicide, drugs ,,Flowers" Flowers. I always wanted to be as delicate and beautiful as a flower. They're colorful and alive. They’re beautiful and vulnerable and each of them is special. You can give them to someone special and make them happy or you can keep them for yourself to watch how they grow. There's nothing better than the smell that they give.They don’t hurt me like people. I would love to be a flower.I'm sad. I started to comfort myself by taking some substances. It makes me feel like a flower. It makes me forget everyt...

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“The Flower Girl” by David Dicaire

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The Flower Girl It was spring in the city.  The messy, ugly grey snow was mostly gone. The grass, plants and flowers struggled to gain some type of root and the birds were busy gathering all types of material to build nests in anticipation of future arrivals. Duane Jennings worked in the city and lived on the outskirts in a rather nice suburban section. The commute was forty-five minutes one way, every day, but it was worth it. He had a really great spot and the idea of living in the congested, dirty city was revoltin...

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