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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Posted in Spring on Oct 26, 2022

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“Shimmer this” by Annette Ashthorpe

Submitted to Contest #86

SHIMMER THIS Anya’s eyes fluttered open, her heart accelerating as she remembered the embarrassing incident from the previous day. Slowly sitting up she stretched her arms out to the side and wiggled her toes against the yellow stamen of the lotus flower she was curled up inside. The beautiful flower reacted by closing its petals tightly around her playfully, causing her to giggle.          Once the flower opened up again she jumped out and landed on the dew tipped grass and proceeded...

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“Forget Me Not” by Melina Gardiner

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The only thing he had to complain about, he supposed, was that the filtering morning sun didn’t land perfectly on his corner of the world, his dainty flower shop. The rays looked so holy descending to Earth, and it crushed a piece of his heart every time they settled shy of the rows of plants.  A hulking, slightly overgrown Norfolk pine was stationed in the corner of the store, and Raul could see its symmetrical, spiky green limbs dipping over magenta petunias at its base. He sighed, fed up as always with this particular inhabitant. It...

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“Daisies” by L Kim

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I've never liked flowers. Yes, they're pretty and nice-smelling and all that garbage. In my opinion, they're solely overrated. Sold at high prices just to wither and die three days later. There's no point to them, really. I'd rather tell someone I love them instead of handing them a bunch of half dead roses. Maybe it's because I was named after a flower that my dislike of them grew. Being named Daisy was no easy task throughout school. All throughout classes, teachers would assume that I loved flowers, or at least liked them. As ...

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“The Love We Grew” by Cecelia Annan

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“Hey!” Freya shouted. “Don’t touch that!” Perhaps she should have more sense than to yell at a strange man encroaching on her property, but she was more concerned with her basil buds at the moment. The man looked surprised to see her. He wore clothes she didn’t recognize, with a cloak made of the richest blue she had ever seen. He was devilishly handsome, with a face and body that looked as though it was sculpted by the gods. She would’ve blushed at his handsomeness had it not been for the emergency at hand. “Are you deaf? I said don’t touch...

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“The Forbidden Fruit” by Hosea Guy

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      “You know, this is my favorite flower,” says Chris Roberts to his son, Alex. “Of all the flowers I’ve grown and nurtured in my lifetime, this one is my favorite.” He strokes the pink petals of a radiant tulip he has growing in a vase of cloudy water. The scant evening light shines through the basement window and touches Alex’s face like a ghost’s finger. It shows Chris the blood on his son’s face, a dry line of scarlet running to his chin from the wound on his forehead. Alex whimpers, shifting anxiously on...

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“A Flower In Disguise” by Emma Yadani

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Warning: Slight mature content ahead.A long time ago, in a peaceful land where everything was surrounded by trees and plants, there lived a farmer named Eric. He was a smart young man who's married to a beautiful woman named Ivy. Even though they had been married for more than two years now, they never did become a happy couple as others do. One thing he hated about his wife was her filthy mouth that would often throw harsh insults to his job as a farmer. However, he didn't say anything about it and just stood silent like a robotic...

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“The city of roses ” by MARIA PAPAMARGARITI

Submitted to Contest #86

The winter was harsher than what people could remember. The temperature kept falling and the sun seemed to have forever hidden in his castle, with no intention to come and visit his friends, the playful clouds, even for a quick hide and seek onto the grey yard of the sky.Life kept running in its daily errands, covered in a blanket of depression. Time had already sent the order for the weather to be milder, but the command had been neglected. The calendar was in March, yet the freezing cold did not leave its fortress.The older ones had starte...

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“When A Flower Blooms” by Jazmin Galloway

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Silky russet hair falls into opaque eyes. Dark calloused hands work fertile, brown soil, of a matching color, up against a moss green stem. A honey scent flows downwind, blowing in from the meadow. Nasmi raises her hand above her eyes and shields them from the glow of the sun. Like the wind, her presence is fleeting in and out of existence. A woman who was once ever-present in the world with a cheerful smile, and eyes full of hope, now looked at nothing in front of her and cared not to remember anything behind her. The villagers carry on a...

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“Find Where You Bloom” by Ella Salem

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My name is Mina. I’m 17 and I’m kind of boring. All I do with my life is sit at home, go to school and my job. My family is Italian. They are loud and take up a lot of space. It doesn’t leave much room for me, but I don’t mind. I prefer to observe the world around me and take it all in, rather than contribute and disturb it. I think that’s why I enjoy my job so much. That’s the secret with flowers, you have to let them be, and only contribute when they need it.  I work at a small flower shop in town called “Let it Bloom”. It’s owned by ...

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“Flower Power” by Andrew Fruchtman

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  The flowers stopped arriving in early December, nearly four months after her husband, Harry, had succumbed to the Coronavirus.  Harry had been a robust man of sixty-four who still maintained a full head of hair, albeit bordering on white. Leah, his wife, would call him her Silver Fox and after forty years of marriage it still made him blush. Erect back and spry steps gave him the appearance of a younger man, but he knew that even a few years younger was still old.  No matter, he intended to keep working till h...

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“Among the Flowers” by Lori Koenig

Submitted to Contest #86

She was not a morning person.  Not by sentiment.  Not by culture.  Certainly not by habit, as she could often be found, blanket swaddled, cuddling with her mattress until the mid morning hours. Drooling on her pillow was the norm of her wake up routines, and hitting her snooze button several times became a most regular occurrence.  It had always been this way, as she often took a while to fall to sleep and once there, would succumb to nightmares which woke her, then it was back to fitful sleep again.  On one occasion...

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“Stranded” by Nettle Swanson

Submitted to Contest #86

Dear Journal, I’ve been here a while. I’m not sure how long, exactly. When I arrived here I wasn’t exactly in a logical state of mind. To be honest, I’ve lost all hope of returning home, or even talking to another person again. At least there are no taxes here. This could be the perfect vacation spot, but all I think of when I look into the horizon is how Hell would slightly resemble this place. Funny how perspectives can change so suddenly. For water and food I’ve been relying on a bush of flowers, they produce purple berries...

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“My Weird Date with "her"” by Ruhi Nishat

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Quick-witted narrowed red eyes seemed somewhat tipsy, uncombed and rumpled streaky hair delineated his "Wake-up" story all night. Dressed in a ruffled white night suit, he sat down proclaiming the chair opposite to his father. Mr. Brown - "Good morning!" Did you tussle all night?" (Mr. Brown emphasized on tussle) "How was your project?" Harry - "As usual, although Katherine committed to producing work that meets high…" Mr. Brown was friendly and ready to gab at all times about just about anything, loquacious, talky, and likely to you...

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“Buttercup Braids” by Hannah Fransen

Submitted to Contest #86

I remembered the days in the schoolyard, sitting on the grass with my friends. The sun shone brightly on the uncovered blacktop, so it would quickly become too hot to the touch for the bare legs that stuck out under our skirts. We would run towards the fence as soon as recess began, specifically the far right corner, where the weeds grew freely, having won the battle for territory over the groundskeeper, whose riding lawnmower could not quite fit. From there we rooted through the tall grass for dandelions, both the kinds that dawned bri...

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“Pollinators and polluters” by Vadasz Sara

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This is a very-very short version of my pet-project, I welcome every constructive critique. 2471. “Horses died out.” Vyria replied when Den enquired about her horse-riding experience. That, and it happened days earlier, was the last time a genuine smile broke through his bitter anger. They had to share saddle. The pain was getting easier to bear, and the ache concentrated in Vyria’s mind instead. She sensed Den’s suppressed tension all along, and it hurt her. He seldom communicated during the journey nor when they stopped near a spring...

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