Aesthetic In Bloom Novels & Stories

“Good morning everyone. As some of you might already know, I’m professor Astor, but you can call me Elio. I’m your assistant professor for modern literature.” While the guys mummured about how chill their professor was, the girls giggled at his handsome masculinity. Except Vanessa of course. She was mortified. It felt like they were doing something wrong. How would she explain that Professor Astor had seen her naked in a tub before, or that he had picked her rose toy off the floor? She just hoped that she would be able to survive this. Since she got to Brooklyn, she had been going through one drama or the other. While she didn't entirely hate her experience, she was mortified by it. Now that

Bloom gasped in delight, her heart swelling with emotion. As she held the dress against her, Liam spoke, his voice filled with affection. "I thought we could have a special evening together in the garden, just the two of us." Bloom, her eyes misty with emotion, nodded in agreement. "I would love that, Liam." With the help of Ana, Bloom changed into the beautiful dress. She felt like a princess, and as she stepped out into the moonlit garden, she was met with a breathtaking sight. The maids had worked their magic, and the garden had been transformed into a dreamlike setting.

Suddenly, I was surrounded by beautiful blooms. There are many varieties of roses, each with its own unique hue. As more and more sprouted simultaneously, it resembled a distant sea. The fragrance was intoxicating, filling the air with a sweet and floral scent. The petals were soft, and I couldn't resist running my fingers across them. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of pure beauty and tranquility amid nature's abundant wonders. "I haven't been to this place in quite some time." A sigh escaped my lips. Memories flooded back as I took in the familiar sight of the rose garden. The nostalgia was overwhelming but also comforting in its familiarity.

Bloom jumped when his palm slammed against the wall, just above her left shoulder and she fearfully trailed her gaze up to meet the ominous demon caging her to the wall with his large body. In the depth of those blue-green orbs, shrouded in pure darkness was the amassing flames of a fire so intense Bloom was set aflame in a volcanic eruption. She burned like the hottest fire and effectively melted into a submissive puddle. His lips tore into a smirk, “Enthralling”. ***

While some bold ones were actually sleeping. Rabbit, however, looked one blink away from collapsing face-first onto his desk. Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. “…and Wilde uses aestheticism not merely as philosophy,” he continued evenly, voice smooth as he resumed pacing slowly across the front of the room, “but as a shield. Dorian’s obsession with beauty becomes an excuse to separate himself from consequence.” Rabbit’s head dipped again. This time lower. A strand of white hair slipped across his face as he blinked heavily. His pink eyes were surrounded by a sea of pale red.

It occurred to me that maybe she was simply attempting to savor the natural beauty that the rest of us had grown accustomed to, perhaps even taken for granted. Blossom resumed her walk, her back turned to me, clearly making her way toward one of the inviting poolside lounge chairs. I couldn't help but watch her for a moment longer, captivated by the graceful strength that characterized her every step. Her poise exuded confidence and undeniable allure, stirring those deep-seated feelings within me once more.

Kendrick brightened, that glistening dark dancing through his pupils. With a nod, I added, "Okay." **** The studio smelled like fabric dye and ambition—my kind of perfume. Sunlight poured through the window, catching on the sequins and silks hanging in soft rows across the room. My Summer Bloom collection was finally coming together, and yet... something still felt off. I ran my hands over a coral chiffon dress, the fabric light and airy, but somehow lifeless. "No," I muttered under my breath. "This is too pale..."

The plums are out in season and are blooming ever so beautifully whilst the sun is situated west now, it's light diminishing in correlation to the time flow but waiting till it's time for it or receded below the skyline, retiring for the day. The plums are swishing peacefully with the subtle wind flow, unbothered as to what life would bring, simply being flowers, blooming and radiating its own unique beauty and effervescence; exactly what it makes it different from other kinds of flowers. Staring at the flowers kinds of soothes my soul for the moment, assuring me that everything is going to be fine and holding it really would.

She looked really good. "Babe, it suits you so well", I gushed. I got my hair washed and dyed a midnight blue that the blue tint would only be visible in bright light. Once the hair was dyed i got a Brazilian blow dry to temporarily straighten it. Afterwards we got lunch and then went to American Swiss, I had bought her a bracelet that said "We rise by lifting one another" a quote by Robert Ingersoll. It also had my initials, ZLM and a heart engraved on it. I had asked them to do it when we were at the Sorbet. I wanted to give her a little gift to remind her of me. She cried when I gave it to her and then we parted ways.