Blossoming Dreams Novels & Stories

Just yesterday, there were still bulbs hanging on the tip of the stems, now those bulbs had turned into yellow, fully bloomed flowers. “Daffodils,” she absently murmured for there is a strange image that flashed inside her mind: daffodils growing right on her feet. The recollection of the strange dream she had come to her like thunder striking her memory. She remembered it now. Every detail of it. The lonely wolf howled at a full moon. She remembers being rooted on the ground atop a hill like a tree, flowers that are very similar to this one growing in her backyard were sprouting right through the skin of her feet, the goddess who called for her and then floats to the sky. She remembered her

What the actual hell? We were in some kind of twisted dreamscape. Flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, blue roses with silver veins, blood-red lilies that opened and closed like they were breathing, and tall, golden sunlotuses that seemed to hum softly in the windless air. It was hauntingly beautiful, like someone had taken a fairytale, dunked it in poison, and sprinkled glitter over the corpse. “It’s… pretty?” Tera offered from beside me, her voice unsure, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say it aloud.

I was terrified that if I looked at it even one more time, I would finish the bag off. I realized I still had my eyes closed, and when I opened them the world looked different. It looked right again. All the colors of my office popped like a surreal movie with shades that couldn't exist in this dimension. Small tracers followed behind the bulbs that light up the small room, but only for the first few seconds of the buzz. It was blissful. I stood up and made myself over to my twin sized bed and plopped down face first. The rush of the boost was going to amplify my dreams tonight, and I couldn't wait.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

I say, offering her a warm smile. She takes a hesitant seat beside me, her eyes darting around the garden as if to make sure we’re alone. It’s clear she’s unsettled, a stark contrast to her usual fiery demeanor. “Thanks, Camellia,” she starts, her voice a little shaky. “It’s just... I’ve been having these dreams lately. Horrible dreams where I... I hurt everyone I love. I can’t control it, and it feels so real.” I lay my book down, giving her my full attention. Her face is pale, the usual spark in her eyes dimmed by fear. “That sounds terrifying. Do you want to talk about what happens in these dreams?”

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

It’s early afternoon when I settle beneath a beautiful tree at the park. In spring, this place is breathtaking—full of blooming flowers and a few imported Japanese cherry trees. They’re my favorite. Cherry blossoms have always felt like a symbol of life and new beginnings. Something I needed to see after last night... and this morning’s terrifying— Dream? Is that what it was? A dream? Or a vision of what would’ve happened if I’d waited to call the police?

Open my mouth to speak but realise that I could not even hear my own voice. I looked around the flowers, studying them carefully. As I walked through them, they seemed like something that was dying and trading. I realised instantly that it was not the true nature of those flowers and something that happened to them that changed their colour to something so ugly and strange. I began to walk in at the moment and tell my aunt to pluck one of them, but it recoiled. I had never seen a flower recoiling from someone touching it before, and I wondered why it was going to do that. I tried even more, but it was moving further and further away. At the moment it was just an eye and this particular flowe

Blossom drops her chin, giving my face a heavy, knowing look that speaks a thousand unspoken words about my own empty bed. My brain knows exactly what her thoughts are hinting at, and my red lips tease her right back. “Your mind cannot judge the health of the entire dark forest based on one withered, broken sapling, Blossom. Love and wild heat can still be a beautiful thing between two beasts.” “Nope, it is not common love that has to be beautiful—it is the raw, fated heat that counts,” Blossom counters with a sharp wink. “There is plenty of fake, plastic heat floating around these city bars.”