Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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“The Rightful Owner” by Priya D

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The Rightful Owner Inside a florist shop.. Roses (the red roses): “Good morning!! I am bathed and decked up for this day. What a beautiful day, hope I get picked by a beautiful person. A man enters the store and spits out a gum and asks the seller to give him a bouquet “Seller: What kind of bouquet sir? Would you like to see around?” Man: “Anything. It’s for gifting. So give what people generally give for gifts.” Roses: “No..Not me..Not to him” Seller before picking the colour for roses, wants to confirm with the Man and starts to ask him. S...

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“Edelwein ” by Svara Narasiah

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On the second day of April, a flower bloomed. It was a beautiful little thing, with petals that started red and crept up into the freshest of pinks. Some might say it was a rose, others would call it a peony. I once met a fellow who said it looked like dandelion fluff. But regardless of the flower's species, it was a blossom that would change everything. At least, for one person. Also on the second day of April, a boy was taking a walk. He wasn't handsome nor ugly, and not in between, either. He was unnoticeable, the kind of person that e...

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“The Chosen Ones” by Maria Moore

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A greenhouse sits on four acres, of rolling hills, lined on either side, with Rhododendron, in Upstate New York. A man opens the door and calls out in a cheery voice:“Hello, my beauties, It's time for your morning feeding.”Methodically, the man, named Arthur Quagmire, dips his hands into an old, Tupperware bowl, which he had inherited, from his mother. He spreads diced, fish onto the soil, which shields the roots, of red roses, which he had, also, inherited from his mother. He uses his fingertips, to kneed the fish into the soft soil, ...

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“Twins and Flowers” by Dillon Trinh

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The International Garden Festival was a big event all over Britain, many railways and locomotives were sent to many different railways to participated in many of the flower theme events. Many railways like The Festival Railway brought many locomotives from the Romney, Hythe, and Dymchurch Railway and the Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway, it was a big deal and it could make a lot of revenue. The tank engine twins Laurel and Hardy were participating in this event, while Rushton, the new locomotive built in China was in the spotlight as the t...

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“The Sting of Betting” by Redd Herring

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“You sure?” Landon looked concerned. “You really don’t have to go through with this.” He scanned the tables and shook his head. “Yes, a bet is a bet!” Alvin bellowed, but he had a fairly worried look, too. Who bets on that? He was beginning to believe his mother. Maybe he was a degenerate gambler. He adjusted the beer on the table and took a deep breath. The crowd of about two hundred on the hill was getting restless. They wanted action. A man wearing a fur hat and a Speedo yelled, “Get on with it! Let’s see some eating!” Everyone cheered. A...

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“The Violet Killer” by Nivra Laesna

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Upon seeing another dead body by the river with a Violet flower placed on the corpse we then all knew who the culprit was. It was the Violet Killer a serial killer in the town who kills people and places a Violet flower on their corpse. The police in the town was patrolling every night but that didn`t stop the killing. Grew frustrated by the serial killer they hardly take actions since then what they all do is recover the body, inform the relatives about the dead body, and pretend its a normal day for the town. Pathetic law officers couldn`t...

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“Crack in the Sidewalk” by Ernesto Bebe

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Oh, the many ways in which flowers are used. For decorating, for wearing, and for anything really. They can signify the beginning of a beautiful relationship. A boy, let's say his name is Micah, is walking down the street, birds singing their tune and the sunshine feverishly covering the sidewalk with light. He turns his head and sees a girl, roughly around 14, maybe? She was close enough to his age for him to stop and stare for a moment. Her blond hair looked even more beautiful as it glimmered in the sun. Her hands worked a sponge on her d...

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“Ivy covered Aconite ” by Iris Bean

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I don't remember when it happened, and I don't remember if I was born with it. Maybe I was, I think it would make the most sense. Because how strange is it that whenever I feel a deep emotion flowers grow from the lining of my skin, echoing louder than the words I dare not to speak.How does one explain to another human that this happens, when the questions arise how do I answer what I don’t know myself? How do I explain that the garden growing from my skin is more intelling to what emotion I'm feeling than my own mind is?I often feel like a ...

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“Nutritional Aspects of flowers ” by Philip Ebuluofor

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Flowers were one of the plants that their usefulness cuts across the interest of all race from the day immemorial. Whites, yellow, black and red races were all in love with the plant. It’s of many species and symbolizes a lot of things depending on which one you are familiar with. When I was in primary school, I was living with a priest and the parish compound was almost the size of two football pitch. We were three boys then and there was division of labour. Watering the whole flowers that covered almost the whole parish compound begi...

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“Betterhalf” by S NANDANA

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Jennifer was sitting in her seat without any response and it was suddenly a chalk fled towards her. "Where are you? Are you dreaming?"The professor shouted. The children started to laugh. "Those who are inattentive to my class get out.”The Professor ordered. She suddenly took her bag and exited from the class. She was Jennifer, a final year bachelor’s student. She walked through the blossom flower garden of her college. It was filled with a lot of flowers and insects that came to taste the nectar. It was a pleasant condition. But it was not ...

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“Maytime” by Aburrow Marsh

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Spring Has Sprung!Jay West chuckled, reading the sign. Yes, spring had sprung, alright. He felt it everywhere he looked. Fruit trees were blossoming, pollen drifted in thick yellow sheets, bees buzzed, and the sun felt warmer than it had in months. He could scarcely recall the foot-deep snow that had fallen four weeks ago, such was nature's transformation. He strolled into the Kroger store on Main Street feeling reborn -- or about to be.Cynthia had texted him only an hour ago, making a suggestion that caused something else to spring. He had ...

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“Rebels and roses” by Sando .

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Northern French coast, 1942Hélène put on her best fake smile as the German officer approached the tobacco stand.‘Leutnant Dorn, n'est-ce pas?’ she said from behind the counter. Although she hated the way the Nazis were running roughshod over her beloved fishing town of Boulogne-sur-Mer, it paid to be polite and remember the names of the big cheeses in the occupying force. Surprise spread across Dorn’s craggy face. ‘Richtig. I’m flattered you have learnt my name.’ He threw her a stiff smile. ‘And you are Hélène, correct? How could I...

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“When Flowers Bloom.” by Lilliana Sheldon

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I dream that one day the world will be different than it is now. My mind spins through pictures of soft airy skies and plush fields of grass. I am in a dress, twirling aimlessly with a smile of fulfillment on my face. I have never been happier. The wind and I are one. Constantly in sync with one another. I learn to follow the wind; to go where it leads me. I am not alone in my dream. I am surrounded by people. Everyone is unique in their own way, but not one is more beautiful than the other. Each one of us knows our own beauty. We spen...

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“The beautiful Flowers” by Kate GILPIN

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The Beautiful Flowers “Flowers are always so beautiful!” Winnie exclaimed staring down into the bouquet of flowers that Fred gifted to her. “Not as beautiful as you, my love,” he replied back to her without skipping a beat. Fred slid his hand into hers and the world felt right, he couldn’t wait to marry her in less than a week. Although they had only been courting for seven months it felt as if they had known each other their whole lives. Winnie didn’t know if soulmates were real, but she knew that if they were Fred was hers. As they strol...

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“The Dahlia Show” by Gerald Daniels

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Father sat with his legs outstretched in front of the gas fire, his feet so close to the heat that the steam rose in a continual haze. He was still wearing his gardening clothes and the bottoms of his threadbare jeans were circled with mud which would eventually set solid and flake on to the carpet as he moved about the house. As he dozed his head flopped to one side, the light from the standard lamp emphasising the weathered skin of his face and the da...

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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 278 stories

“The Rightful Owner” by Priya D

“Edelwein ” by Svara Narasiah

“The Chosen Ones” by Maria Moore

“Twins and Flowers” by Dillon Trinh

“The Sting of Betting” by Redd Herring

“The Violet Killer” by Nivra Laesna

“Crack in the Sidewalk” by Ernesto Bebe

“Ivy covered Aconite ” by Iris Bean

“Nutritional Aspects of flowers ” by Philip Ebuluofor

“Betterhalf” by S NANDANA

“Maytime” by Aburrow Marsh

“Rebels and roses” by Sando .

“When Flowers Bloom.” by Lilliana Sheldon

“The beautiful Flowers” by Kate GILPIN

“The Dahlia Show” by Gerald Daniels

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Set your story at a park during a spring festival.

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

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