Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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“You, Too” by Danielle Burke

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Cass wanted to dig her nails into her palms, but fear of crushing the delicate stems of the flowers she carried stopped her. I’d do it if they had thorns, she told herself. She approached a small stone in the corner of the cemetery, ignoring the larger one that stood beside it. Cass’s mother thought the shade of a nearby tree lent peacefulness to the spot, but Cass shivered. This was a cold, dead place no matter the season. She stood, head down, the flowers almost forgotten as they dangled from her hand. “Hey, Joe. I’m sorry it’s t...

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“The Favorite of White Lily” by Parvesh Boodhoo

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The Favorite of White Lily ‘A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms,’ said the Buddhist nun, Zen Shin. Without flowers, the world would be the duller place ever, the plants would only found green not colorful, and cherish. They are very important for the human and animal race. It’s an extremely wonderful part of Mother Nature and we can find it everywhere. They are feed by insects, birds, animals, and concerning for both humans and animals, they are natural medicines. If humans have a soul...

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“Sara's Roses” by Lunal H

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“You might think that, but this city is anything but lifeless and cold. We humans have managed to forge a paradise on this lifeless planet and no-”, the constant noise of the radio stopped as Elai switched off the device held together by more duct tape than screws. “Hey, I was listening to that!” the woman sitting on a rickety foldout chair protested. “I was getting into it”, she grinned and Elai sighed rolling his eyes. Thea swayed back and forth; her toes curled against the edge of the table to balance her petite frame. Elai was almost su...

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“Fibonacci's Flowers” by Luke Cook

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Laszlo Richards is the best accountant I've ever met, but he can't account for time worth a nickel. I can't believe he's late again. I am standing alone at the east entrance to Fibonacci's Flowers. Amy loves the little archway on this side. Fibonacci's Flowers is the only garden of its kind, and easily the most attractive feature of Domino City. Tourists swarm this location each spring. It's lucky for me that most of them prefer the garden's west end, where they drop coins and make wishes at the spiral fountain. For most local folk...

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“As Springtime Unfurls” by Leah Taylor

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From a young age, I learned to appreciate the diversity found in nature. As a child, I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s home in the mountains. I remember many hours cradled in the cool earth by a small river that ran from a massive waterfall. The roaring sound of the water was accompanied by a gentle mist and the unmistakable smell of water that had been filtered by the rocks. Plants were always plentiful there. They were sprinkled along the banks of the river, growing in various sizes and colors. Mushrooms grew in the hollows of old ...

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“The Meaning is in the Flowers” by Lyn VJ Bennett Wilson

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Last week felt like it lasted an entire month. It was physically and mentally draining I took Friday off as a self-care day. I spent the weekend relaxing, sitting by the fireplace in my apartment reading a book, listening to classic jazz, and watching movies. Even my dog “Gillespie” seemed to want to sleep the weekend away. I was irritated that it was Monday again so soon. I heard my opinionated Pomeranian, Gillespie, come back through his dog door in the living room. He made sure I was aware that his breakfast ...

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“Bloom Like the Phlox” by Melody Petras

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Bloom Like the Phlox My gut told me that I had something to do, and my eyes said that I couldn't wait to do it. My wet face was smashed into the pillow that my crummy, claw-like hands had snagged. A long, scream had exposed from my teeth. It sounded quiet, damaged, and desperate. My impaired legs struggled with the blanket. The memories panged through my brain. What my heart once had was gone, and it suffered and cramped.Chapter 1 ...

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“The Rose” by J.C. Martin

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The key stuck in the lock as Miranda tried to enter her apartment. She pressed her head against the door and took a deep breath through her nose. “Haste makes waste, Miranda.” She intoned her grandmother’s mantra as she shifted her canvas totes full of groceries from the farmer’s market and gently pulled the key out before trying it again with a small wiggle and heard it click home. “Finally!” She swept into the entryway and kicked her shoes off before bustling into the kitchen and dropping the heavy items onto the countertop. She wasn’t sur...

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“The Foam Pit” by RHC River

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“When you’re having a good time, rest assured the folks in the seats are too - like my dad used to say “A man who can laugh at his own jokes should monetize it.” My mom used to say something too - That my dad was an ass-faced loser - but that’s besides the point. If you’re out there on that stage, facing down a crowd of infinitely clever big-brained apes who all probably know a better joke or two than you do, the only thing to do is take a breath and plunge right in. It’s like the foam pit at my daughter’s gym: you never know w...

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“The Buds which Never Flowered” by Lauren Rinelle

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"Sky-blue hyacinths. Over there, just beside those, bumble-bee yellow tulips! Oh and the ah, ah, ah-- choo!" he paused, taking time to blot his tender nose. "Fresh cut grass?" replied Shona, passing her father a tissue. Springtime was always Ralph's favourite season, but he could never quite enjoy it outside of the confines of his home. Hayfever had plagued him every Spring, without fail, since he was a boy. So Shona had the duty of bringing Spring to Ralph. Flowers were almost contraband in this household, so Shona's paper mache daf...

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“last Munro” by Alasdair Strachan

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He woke up at 5am, bleary-eyed. He made his way to the kitchen and started the day with his usual morning coffee. Just the smell of that brew brought back so many memories, memories of her that were never far away but especially today's coffee. Today he hoped he would be able to finally say goodbye. As he sips the coffee slowly, bringing him back to life, he remembers their first date. It was planned to be over breakfast, he had dreaded the idea but she made him love it, and so they got to spend the whole day together. She was an early...

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“The Prince and the Garden” by Christopher Roberson

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“Ok, Elijah, say bye.” Elijah’s kingly father was done speaking with the royal messenger. The messenger had come a long way to deliver parcels of news from far away kingdoms. “Mail Man,” the king called him. As instructed, Prince Elijah bade him farewell with the traditional parting gesture of those in his kingdom. “Byeee!” The young prince waved an overhand wave; one full of joy, with a grinning smile. Mail Man waved back, his joyous expression reflecting the blessing that had been bestowed on his heart by the prince. “Alright, buddy, I...

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“Burning Daisies” by Day Goncalves

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It's that day of the year again. Boys go crazy, girls go crazy, parents too. Now, you don't probably know what I'm talking about, no, it's not Christmas or Valentines, Passover neither, it's Daisies Day, and I absolutely hate it. Here in Springlake people live like it's a fairytale, everything is cottagecore, it's a small village in the countryside, you see, every house has plants of every kind, we have a river and women of old age get to wear flower crowns. Me? well I bake bread with meemaw, Lavender bread. I've been living with my grandma ...

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“Remembering the Unknown” by Erin Edwards

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The shortcut I took home from football practise took me through a park and, every week without fail, there would be a fresh bunch of flowers under the same tree. At first I never thought much of it. After all, flowers in a park weren’t an odd sight. It was only once I became aware that they were changing each week that I realised they weren’t planted there. They were simply resting against the base of the tree. I stopped to look at them once I noticed how subtly out of place they were. They were still wrapped in plastic, with the price stic...

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“The Stinking Corpse Lily” by Shelley Dayton

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Victoria leaned over to her siblings. "Is this how will readings are supposed to work?" Penn, her elder brother, rolled his eyes. "No, they're just emailed these days. Will reading was necessary when people were illiterate," responded her brother/lawyer. He also owned a skydiving business. "Then why are we out here in this gazebo in the middle of a public park?" Victoria hissed in his ear. "It's weird! There's a family having a birthday party right over there! See them? The ones balancing the cake on their knees and glaring at us? And...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 278 stories

“You, Too” by Danielle Burke

“The Favorite of White Lily” by Parvesh Boodhoo

“Sara's Roses” by Lunal H

“Fibonacci's Flowers” by Luke Cook

“As Springtime Unfurls” by Leah Taylor

“The Meaning is in the Flowers” by Lyn VJ Bennett Wilson

“Bloom Like the Phlox” by Melody Petras

“The Rose” by J.C. Martin

“The Foam Pit” by RHC River

“The Buds which Never Flowered” by Lauren Rinelle

“last Munro” by Alasdair Strachan

“The Prince and the Garden” by Christopher Roberson

“Burning Daisies” by Day Goncalves

“Remembering the Unknown” by Erin Edwards

“The Stinking Corpse Lily” by Shelley Dayton

🌟 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).

Write a fairy tale about someone who can communicate with woodland creatures.

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

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