Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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“Flowers are a Symbol of Connection” by Eleanor Neath

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I’ve never known quite how to explain my grief. The loss of someone close to you is never expected, never warranted, never quite believable. Especially when your family is so intertwined through the proximity of your lives and the experiences you share. So when you receive the phone call one night, as the knoll rings its heavy note, it’s hard to know how to react. That’s why I haven’t, really. I’ve just carried on as if nothing has happened. That’s why the funeral seemed so confusing, so harsh, so disconnected from what I have felt for the l...

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“My Flower” by Tabitha Legg

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I loved the way the flowers blended in a sea of roses, Lillies, and daisies. They were so beautiful, but I loved the person giving me them far more. He looked up and smiled and only then did I start to notice the wide grin already stamped on my face, far wider than I could’ve ever faked. And before Nate, my smile was always fake. But it had been a long time since I’d had to pretend to be happy. There was something about his brown eyes, crooked smile and perfect flowers that made me fall harder than I thought possible. We met stra...

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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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“Flowers are humans too...” by Gopika Gopu

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Our nature has given us a very lovely gift which we know as a flower. Let's start the topic with a beautiful poem... 'The flower adorns the earth as a flower adorns the hair of a woman. The flower becomes the wedding garland of the newlyweds, The flower becomes a memory of the dead' Flowers ... are the most precious thing in God's creation. The aroma of flowers which we find very attractive, we use it in different places and by planting flowers in our garden, we enhance the beauty of our home courtyard. Flowers have their im...

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“Yellow Alyssum” by Nadine Lacuarta

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“Are you not tired of being alone?” He asks. She falls silent, her arms growing weak under his grip. The question swims dangerously in her head. It’s like he threw a pebble in a still pond, causing ripples to go deep, disturbing the motionless stream of thoughts that is— or was— her mind. Her eyes travel from his eyes to the ground, noticing the yellow alyssum budding along the cracks on this chunk of fairly huge rock. Is she really tired of being alone? The truth is that she has never questioned that choice. It w...

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“Expectations” by Erin Eaves

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Pressing down on Tara, she felt as if she were being smothered before her day had even begun. Clammy soil enclosed her allowing for minimal movement, as Tara struggled to become upright. Why was this so difficult? Her instincts assured Tara that all would be okay, and yet she questioned. Fully grounding herself and stretching down, Tara could sense vibrations far above her. “Are those others? Should I follow those movements”, she thought, making great efforts not to be smothered by the soggy depths. If only she could get a...

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“Soul Flower” by Tyler H

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“I can’t believe you left without our permission, I hope you realize how hard this is on us. Be safe.” My dad texted me that right as I had to turn in my phone at the neighborhood entrance. I’m glad I didn’t see his text. This normal sized neighborhood was everything but normal, only allowing the exact number of 888 people inside at all times you have to be invited to enter. Around the town many myths and theories spread through my city of what goes on in this neighborhood, but no one knows what happens. That’s why my parents disapproved of ...

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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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“Lillies” by Ruth Chanarin

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I lied. I’d bought them for Lily.Perhaps because she’s named after them, though I don't really believe that anyone is especially attached to their names. I’m certainly not a fan of bills.Perhaps because the small crinkled lady in the corner florist had looked like she’d needed a sale. She had sprung from her plastic stool as I’d sidled into the shop, leaving me without the option of walking back out again empty handed.Or perhaps because I am hopelessly in love, to the point that I don’t even recognize myself, and God knows now I don’t recogn...

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“The Picker” by Charlotte Muth

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By the thirteenth day of Ricky’s absence, our apartment looked like it had been ransacked by wild goats or some impossibly ravenous rabbits. His books were left untouched, in perfect rows on the shelves, collecting dust as usual. His bed was perfectly made, with the plaid hypo-allergenic down alternative comforter draped neatly and artfully over the mattress. His canned goods remained smoothly stacked and the plastic wrappers of his chips and dry goods were left sealed and uncrinkled. But, over the course of Ricky’s two-week ...

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“Deadly Love” by Elinor Goth

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*cw- blood, vomit* The first few moments after waking were always the best. Coming out of a deep slumber where the harsh realities of the outside world couldn’t reach her usually brought with it a few minutes of blissful peace, where life felt almost normal. On good days, when the ache in her chest subsided just enough to make her feel like she wasn’t suffocating, these blissful moments could stretch out into minutes. If she closed her eyes, tried to breathe through her mouth and used a little imagination, it almost felt like she was ly...

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“Second-hand Emeralds” by Michael Goodwin

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Second-hand Emeralds Michael Goodwin Ricardo Alvarez was late, and no amount of pedaling was going to change that. Despite knowing time travel was impossible, he nevertheless pushed onward. Being 17 and on a bike was the least of his problems in life, but currently it was the most pressing. The conglomeration of metal and disappointment that he called a “bike” darted through the small town of Rhodes, in a part of Illinois that time forgot (or maybe just kinda ignored.) He finally came to his destination, Serenity Hil...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 278 stories

“Flowers are a Symbol of Connection” by Eleanor Neath

“My Flower” by Tabitha Legg

“last Munro” by Alasdair Strachan

“Flowers are humans too...” by Gopika Gopu

“Yellow Alyssum” by Nadine Lacuarta

“Expectations” by Erin Eaves

“Soul Flower” by Tyler H

“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

“Lillies” by Ruth Chanarin

“The Picker” by Charlotte Muth

“Deadly Love” by Elinor Goth

“Second-hand Emeralds” by Michael Goodwin

🌟 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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