Blooming Flowers Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

Especially Flora. I smell fear on her. It clings to her skin now like perfume. She tries to cover it with smiles and subtle glances, but I’ve known her long enough to know when she’s losing her grip. She’s not the only one. Ixora’s silence is louder than a scream. And silence like that… it means she’s planning. She was supposed to be broken. Shattered. She was supposed to hate herself until she faded into the dust of her own guilt. But no.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

When I open my mouth, I am even shocked at the immense calm that accompanies my words. “How did you manage for her to slip away from your fingers? In a place where you’ve had her surrounded?” He splays his fingers to gesture. “Like a poof of air…she vanished. I can’t believe you, Je…Jay. They have been messing with that flower for years, you know what it can do.” My hands curl into a tight fist, my fingernails digging crescent ridges into my palm to hold back the scalding heat roaring through my veins.

Static had flickered at the edges of her vision, and memories had rewound like a tape, every painful moment replaying in her mind. After a long while, the wind had carried her voice into James's ears and into his heart. "James, why did you come looking for me?" There had been no sadness, no excitement. Her tone had been utterly calm. Yet it had been like the sharpest blade plunging into his chest, the pain triggering spasms that seemed to twist his insides. The world had spun violently before his eyes, forcing him to stagger backward until his back slammed heavily against the cold car door with a dull thud.

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

Exhausted, he rested his head on the trunk as he watched Omri sat on the ground, facing the same scenery he’s currently watching. Regardless of what just happened, the flowers never failed to silently smile and bloom in beauty. It was a beautiful and painful sight. Just like her. A surge of feral wind collided with their silence. Its coldness embraced their sweaty skin as it doled out its sturdy calmness, thankfully, it reached their very hearts. Hayden took a deep breath, planning to break that silence. “It will hurt her, you know.” He coldly uttered without leaving his gaze from the dancing flowers in front of them. When the wind has ceased and with a sad tone, Omri replied.

Both were silent. "Mama, Papa are here under these stones........" tears began to fall "they will sleep and....... sleep..... and..... never......" she couldn't go on as words were stuck in her thoart. At this moment, the little flower realized the truth of her parnets moving all of a sudden and never returning for eras. She covered her eyes with her hands, not able to stop the tears flowing on under it till her caffs and tipped from her hand, " I won't see.... them again.... they left me.... Mama..... Papa...... and Naha..They are all gone..........They are all...de.......de.....dead....." she started crying worse leaning her head on the bar. The two behind watched her sadly.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

The next morning when Haya woke up the first thing she found was a beautiful rose bouquet lying on the night stand beside her with a note, a smile adorned her lips, the dream forgotten from her mind as she lived the moment, holding it on her hands she smelled the fragrance. How does he know I love flowers. She read the note and blushed Hey love, I know your blushing right now but I can't help it so I'll continue This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I forgot to tell how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life, I cannot describe my love for you in words, I cannot show you what's inside my heart but I can prove my love fo

She missed walking down the road like every other average lady without any fear of being watched. She missed the nostalgic feeling of freedom. She laughed at how things had barely changed. Not like she had expected it to, but she couldn’t help but wish things had changed. Diverting to the lonely path, she took out her phone and plugged in her earphones, playing gentle music to go with the environment, and twirled around noiselessly. This was her favorite scene. Her in a quiet place surrounded by nothing but grass and a pond, dancing with an invisible partner. Suddenly, she stopped and stared straight at her front, trying hard not to fall from her sudden stop.