Blossom In Winter Novels & Stories

The emergent world would continue to emerge. Outside the east window the November county held its structure. The fields were plowed. The trees were bare. The ground was preparing for winter. The quince seedlings at the north boundary were in the ground for their first winter — not their first winter in the ground, but their first winter as selected seedlings, their first winter as the future grove. The foxgloves were in the crowns at the ground's surface. The south wall roses were in their winter pruning, Thomas's work, the preparation for the sixth spring.

"That's a peach tree." Avery noticed that Ivy was drawn to it and went into the store with Ivy. "Mom, peach flowers don't bloom during this time of the year, right?" Ivy asked. "Is this fake? It looks real, though." "These are real peach blossoms," the owner explained. "You can take a closer look if you don't believe me. It smells great as well! We take care of it in a specific way so that it blooms in January, so it costs a little more."

As she turned to leave, the air from her cloak caused the candlelight to flicker. I knew they'd really come to discuss Bloodmoon Pack matters. Since I had no say in those affairs, avoiding them was wise. Two days after responding, the first snow of winter fell—a light dusting that quickly ceased. Despite the cold, I took Cedric to the garden. Some wax-plum blossoms had opened, their yellow flowers sweetly fragrant and strikingly beautiful. Cedric was delighted, his face flushed but beaming. He tried to speak, placing his hand on his throat, but couldn't make a sound, growing more flustered.

Blossom hasn't finished when Aiden gulped down the whole wine in a goal. Aiden just wanted to do everything to make sure she talks, so he can leave. A small smile found its way to Blossom's lips but she wiped it off immediately before Aiden would see it. "Now, spill." He glared. Blossom stood up instead and catwalked to Aiden's thighs. They were in the garden and there was no one around. The people were all inside the building, having fun. "What are you doing?" Aiden was beginning to feel unusual heat within his body, whereas there was fresh air outside.

The air was soft, and misty, with droplets of ice dripping softly to the ground, and I found myself inhaling sharply, eager to breathe a fresh air different from the oppressive one that I had been breathing ever since I woke up. In the garden, ice tolerant flowers were blossoming, softly, their beauty enhanced by the snow around them. There were the soft and beautiful hellebores, snowdrops, and the mesmerising scillas. And looking at them, I got carried away by the beauty they bathed in. For a moment, it was just beauty, a comforting cold that gently seeped through my heavy winter wears, and a place that seemed isolated from the chaos around. And in that moment, I allowed myself to wander of

Cyrill placed it into her palm and enclosed it with her fingers so she may have a tight grip in it. But she didn’t tighten her grip. A rose is still a rose. Despite its crimson beauty, it still has spiky thorns along the stem. “Think of the rose as you. And winter is the sadness. The longer you are exposed to winter, the faster you wither. Just like you.” He touched Rozelyn’s lips with his still-frigid thumb. “If you don’t like to wilt away, then you must let sunshine enter your life. So that at least, you will have a bit of happiness and light to thaw the sadness in your heart.”

And I know that's awful of me, selfish and cruel, but to be outside, to be away from it all— I take another step forward, away from the palace's golden glow. My heels sink slightly into frost-brittle grass that cracks like bones beneath my feet. The warm light spills through the great hall's windows, casting long bars of amber across dormant rose bushes, almost tricking them into looking alive again. The roses sleep now, tucked beneath winter's breath, their blooms long since surrendered to frost. But even in their death, they offer something the party behind me never could—comfort.

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.

The weather today feels like a wispy kiss of summer, without the baking heat of the fiery July and Autumn months. The blossom on the trees looks like cake frosting in delicious creams and pinks, and the petals burst out from lower down the branches, leaving the tips still in a tight bud. After the denuded trees of winter, their new and splendid clothes are a joy to see. The lazy wind pushes against the clipped grass like a child blowing a dandelion seed on its way. Above the white wisps trail and the early spring sun brings a welcoming warmth that coats me as good as caramel over a harvest apple.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.