Bell Song Daffodil Novels & Stories

Polly was trying to change the topic. “Oh yeah! I’ve got that yellow bell plant over there by the corner. Later, around 10:00, you’ll see Bugsy, the bee or Butty, the butterfly dropping by. They’ve got a crush on Belle, the yellow bell.” “What about that big open flower beside Belle?” “Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?”

It was something you became. Behind her, the bell tower tolled once, low and mournful. The sound followed her through the garden, through the city, through the night. And in the palace, Damien fell to his knees among the roses, whispering to the dark, “Come back to me… or kill me.” The wind answered only with petals.

The bell above the door chimed incessantly, a cheerful symphony that marked the constant stream of customers entering and leaving the shop. The air was fragrant with the sweet, earthy aroma of tulips in every shade imaginable. Rows of pink, yellow, red, and the rare “Midnight Flame” filled the space, their vibrant colors brightening even the gloomiest winter day.

“How are you?” Just says the letter and has the letter D signed, at the very bottom of the paper. She quickly released it and she recoiled in shock. “Da-Darwin ?!” the name first entered her mind. And if you count each type of those sent to his flower, it indicates six letters in the name. And if Nadia pulls out the flower she will see a red ribbon tied to each flower with the letter written, D for rose, A for orchids, R for tulips, W for lilies, I for dahlia and N for lotus flower. Six kinds of flowers and six letters.

The girl shouted as she put one flower on the woman's ear. "My baby! You know mama so well!" The woman held the yellow flowers in her hand and carried the child called Belle. "Daynini!" The little girl shouted as she hugged her mother. "Yes baby, they're Day lilies." The woman answered the child with a warm smile. The scene before me felt so familiar. It felt light and dear to my heart. I've never seen this woman before, how could I be familiar with her? I stared at the two as they walked farther and farther away from me, it felt like a distant memory that I held dear. Who was she? Who were they?

I lowly whistled at the yellow flowers. "I love them!" "I picked these from the garden this morning. That's why I was gone before you woke up. Daffodils symbolise-" "New beginnings," I finished his sentence softly, glancing at the soft yellow buds. I smiled at Lukas, "I know." *** Follow my socials to stay updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join San_2045 for exclusive sneak peeks, coins giveaway and more) Instagram: san_2045 ***

“From your husband, ma’am.” “Another?” “That’s Lily of the Valley,” Dali exclaimed. “I heard it is hard to find in the city and costs a lot.” Anna’s cheek hurt even more as her smile widened. She just couldn’t stop the smiles as her fingers wrapped gently around the delicate stems of the Lily of the Valley bouquet, cradling it as if it were a precious treasure. The tiny bell-shaped flowers were graceful with their pure white petals. As she brought the flowers to her nose, the scent of it enveloped her and filled her heart with warmth. It was like a gentle hug, reassuring and comforting.

I placed the daffodil on my pillow, and then closed my eyes, thoughts of the handsome stranger were what finally brought me peace and sleep. ~~~ I opened my eyes, feeling the rays of the sun hit across my face and I smiled, "a brand new day," I sang softly under my breath before I turned around and looked at daffodil still laying untouched on my pillow. I reached for it and held it to my nose, it was wilted now but I wanted to hang onto it for as long as possible. Pretty soon, Lydia would walk into my chambers and give me my first meal of the day before she will tell me to begin preparations for my show to-night.

"What's it for?" "To congratulate you on finally getting out of here" "Aww ... That's very sweet of you. Thanks!" I smile at Travis, extending my hands to accept the large bouquet of white daffodils from him, and instinctively bring one of the floral trumpets up to my nose to inhale the sweet scent of him. "You're welcome, I know they are your favorites, and considering what they represent, I thought they would be perfect" "You're right, they are my favorites and they adapt to the occasion by seeing how they represent rebirth, but how did you know all that? I don't remember saying any of those things to you"

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.