Write a story where flowers play a central role.

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“My Sad Happy Place” by Sarah A

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March 2021 The first time I saw a hydrangea, I started to rip it out of the ground, assuming it was like the weeds around it that I had just been instructed to pull out. “No, not that one”, my boss, Griffin, corrected, with a soft smile on his face. “That’s a hydrangea.”“Oh”, I responded awkwardly, quickly shoving the woody, flowerless thing back into the soil. Now, si...

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“The Terrace” by Ravi Srivastava

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As she stepped out on the terrace, the cool breeze of an early March morning caressed her face. She and Amit loved this part of the year; the winter was gone but the severe summer was still some way off. She breathed long the fresh air and turned to look at her flowers. The winter this year had been very severe and so the arrival of spring was eagerly awaited. She wondered how these tender flowers and herbs that she had so fondly planted on the terrace of her new apartment had survived this harsh winter. She had many flower pots on her terra...

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“A Bee's Eyes” by Ashley Slaughter

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The ostentatious orange petals catch your eye, and soon you’re rocketing toward the flower with a new sense of purpose: collect pollen. Feed the family.Your wings, paper-like but strong as scales, carry you through the viridian field of wildflowers, and you are naturally one to get easily distracted. That sun-yellow coreopsis smells nice as you pass by, so you take a short detour and rest your velvety body onto the collection of wide petals at your feet. You frantically stuff whatever pollen you can into your pollen baskets, or “corbiculae” ...

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“The Fourteen Flowers” by Carlie Shaw

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It all started when Madeline Scott opened her door on the first sunday in march. She had been noticing odd things like doors being open when she swore she had closed them, objects being moved about her home without her so much as laying a finger on them, but for some reason, the rose that lay staring back at her on her front doorstep that morning, scared her more than anything else. She had no idea how that one flower had managed to make its way to her house, but what she did know, the pit forming in her stomach was making her un...

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“Order of the Iris” by Gracie Davies

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Lindsey likes to talk in code. She sets the vase of irises down onto the overbed table. The mushroom cloud of purples block my view of the hospital room except for the visitor space on my right where an anaemic-pink armchair sags against the wall. She takes a seat on the edge of the cushion. A nurse attends to her routine of adjusting the pipes, tubes, and bleepers that keep me fed, watered, and alive. Soon it will be just Lindsey and me. ‘Your brother’s a fighter, he is’ I watch the brunette nurse from my paralysed perspective; her ...

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“Honey Cup” by Mansi R

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Today is the the day we all have been waiting for so desperately.One year since Nat defeated Poo in a single sided match giving the taste of utter embarrassment to the 'petals of Puff'.I'm your host and commentator Rose Ace and here we all are back together to commence this year's 'Honey Cup' in the presence of our special guests 'Queen bee of Surmi' and her associate worker bees Fin, Xo and Mose.Welcome you guys.I'm sure everyone is as excited as me to see which team get sucked on by Queen bee and her associates and which one gets free manu...

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“Marigold” by Joss S

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Elaine descended the stairs and rounded the corner to the kitchen. She washed her hands in the kitchen sink. Where is Richard now? She wondered. She was often losing track of that old man. For a man of almost ninety years, he was still very spry. But he was awfully forgetful, which of course was why she was hired to be his caretaker. Elaine knew exactly where to look for the man though.The door to the garden creaked open as she stepped out into the moist spring air. The garden was the type of place that could make even the coldest of h...

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“Spring Petals” by Adam Wan

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Psshhh… Kiriko boarded the bus. A winter breeze brushed past her when she stepped on— she shivered: cold. She took a seat near the middle, sitting herself by the window, seeing her reflection on the cold glass; its image pale, faded. For some reason, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness in her eyes, in her lashes, reflected on the pane. She sighed, closing them—seeing the glass mist up, like a mirror—then opened them up again. Her reflection: it reminded her of her younger self. She was in her sophomore year bac...

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“Be My Eyes Young One.” by Debbie Teague

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Two people sat underneath an old oak tree in the early spring. The older one wrapped with a lap blanket and prayer shawl to keep away the chill; the younger one in a hooded cloak over a simple robe. They talked of the colors of a bed of tulips next to the benches. After a time, the older one said: “I need you to take a journey young one. Do you recall the first path we walked when you became my student?” “Yes, Master Reeves. Garden of the Gods, it was summer.” The old man smiled and spoke. “Yes, that’s the place....

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“X-RE” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

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She felt sick, spinning around in her Venus Raider. It was 3908, in human years, but in Saturn years, it was 239, and it was 7654 in Jupiter years. She groped for the safety bar the scientists had placed for cases like this, when the gravity was off. "Walker. Come here", she said through her suit's speakers. Syma wondered into the pod room, all most lazily. "What?", she replied. "Did Phase Four work?" "I don't know. I said I'll tell you when I find out." Kaylee finally grabbed the safety bar, and looked out into space, annoyed. They...

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“From Buds to Blooms” by Elizabeth Genova Heberle

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The mornings were not the same. Dad was still in and out of the hospital with surgeries, and this year became a blur between dialysis and in patient stays almost every other month. Michael was still in the hospital as well for the last two weeks. The initial shock had worn off, and now senioritis became this weird, unwanted gift of guilt and shame. He was in an induced coma to reduce whatever it was the doctors said was happening. It was a miracle, they said, that his brain hemorrhage stopped, the surgery was successful, but whatever that ...

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“Garden Therapy” by Moira Christensen

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Garden Therapy The flower boxes are a mass of color, yellows, pinks, purples, orange and red. He is overjoyed with the rainy days, feeding his garden those special nutrients that only rain can do. The flowers look so fresh, bursting with brilliance. This is his garden, his happy place, his savior. He had been plagued by constant vertigo attacks. His life was a constant battle and she prayed that one day his whirling life would stop, and their life would be “normal” again. No amount of prayers could change the cours...

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“Hanahaki” by Désirée Iaiza

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Is it really hard to love someone? She had never thought about it, till that day. That group project was the last thing she wanted to do until she saw that pretty face of his. He wasn't the popular guy, it was the opposite. So when he got paired up with her, the loved and famous Anya, and two of her close friends, he felt like he could internally explode at any moment. For her, that was the first time she saw him. Being the cool girl she was, limited the number of people she could meet or remember. But on that day, she wondered how come she ...

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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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“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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Write a story where flowers play a central role.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 278 stories

“My Sad Happy Place” by Sarah A

“The Terrace” by Ravi Srivastava

“A Bee's Eyes” by Ashley Slaughter

“The Fourteen Flowers” by Carlie Shaw

“Order of the Iris” by Gracie Davies

“Honey Cup” by Mansi R

“Marigold” by Joss S

“Spring Petals” by Adam Wan

“Be My Eyes Young One.” by Debbie Teague

“X-RE” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

“From Buds to Blooms” by Elizabeth Genova Heberle

“Garden Therapy” by Moira Christensen

“Hanahaki” by Désirée Iaiza

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

“Who Dreams of Cut Flowers? ” by Daniel Brown

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Write about a character coming out of a long hibernation (either literal or metaphorical).

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