Dandelion Artinya Novels & Stories

Lily creased her brows as she looked at Murphy, not understanding what she meant. "So tell me, does dandelion always stay the same? Does it stay young forever?" Murphy was more understanding than anyone Amelia knew. Murphy was mature and has seen the world in more depth. Lily was confused. "Dandelion looks beautiful once it blooms, but as it starts getting old, it starts shining even from afar. But everyone has to leave once it becomes old. Once the dandelion becomes mature, the breeze takes it flying to the seven ocean where it starts its new life and journey. From seed to a mature plant and then helping its children to travel. It's long and the same process everyone has to go through. You

"What about the art you sell?" "Most of it I donate to charity. I also work as part time at the local animal shelter sometimes. I love animals, and even though I don't own a lot of them, they've become very important to me, so I donate to their cause. It brings me some joy to do that." "That's really nice, Ethan. I'm glad you found someone that makes you happy." "Thanks. So are you gonna tell me what the flowers were for now?" "Oh, yeah! Well, they're for you." I said, pointing towards the flowers before continuing. "These are called dandelions."

With those words, I shoved the thought about finding my mate aside and buried myself with work, even if there wasn't much work to do. "Take it," She brought it closer to me, a few inches to my face. Grabbing the fragile dandelion in my large hand, I stared at it in confusion, "What am I supposed to do with it and how is it supposed to make my wishes come true?" I asked, twirling the stem around. "Don't do that," She cautioned, "You will make the seeds fall," "Yes ma'am," I giggled, admiring her bossy attitude. "Legend has it that when you wish on a dandelion by blowing one puff of air, your wishes will come true," She explained, smiling proudly.

she answered softly. I glanced at her, worried. “Why? Why are sunflowers your favorite flowers? I'd like to know.” “Ever since I was a child I've always loved dandelions because they are very… useful,” she said after a pause. “ Dandelion is very useful because it can be used as food for rabbits and other animals that are strictly herbivores and also it is very beautiful under the Sun. Also sunflowers are my favorite color so I'm not really drawn to yellow flowers.”

"His hair is white." The fairy snorted and I turned to her. "What's funny?" "You can't find anyone with that description here. Ever." She said. "What does the fairy mean?" I asked Clover. "My name is Dandelion." The fairy corrected and I hummed. Is it a thing for fairies to have flowery names or what? "And what I meant is that description is the exact description of a ice witch. And ice witches have been off this country for a long time." "Why? Were they killed?"

She frowned, noticing that it wasn’t a Tulip, or the red rose had accidentally gotten her, but rather, a mixture of both Tulips and Dandelions. “There’s a meaning behind everything, Mara.” Tobias said after seeing the confused look on her face. Taking the flowers, Amara brought them close to her while processing Tobias’s words. A meaning behind everything? Dandelions meant, the start of a new journey and the end of another, hope and healing, while Tulips, her favorite flower, symbolized love and happiness. The end and the start, she thought and smiled ever so slightly. “Thank you,” She muttered. Tobias, although he wanted to hold her hand, instead placed his hand on the seat between them. “I

Klaus said, so I nodded and waved at them before we went our separate ways. I quickly walked to the dandelion field just behind the school. As I approached the field, a gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying with it the sweet scent of dew-kissed grass and blooming flowers. When I arrived, I was amazed at how beautiful the view was. It was as if nature had painted the landscape with its delicate brushstrokes. The dandelions stood tall and proud, their vibrant yellow petals shining like the sun. It was a field of wishes, where dreams were whispered and carried away by the wind.

as if I understood it. I looked at one of the dandelions and plucked it. Downheartedly, I blew on it after I wished to "Please be alive, Dandeline." I watched the flying and glowing petals of a dandelion going away with the wind. "No, that was not enough." I plucked another two dandelions and blew the petals. "For the kids, give her back to me." I always feel inadequate as I watch the flying petals. I plucked five more dandelions. "Help her find her way back to me."

-Well I can tell you. -Do you know the meaning of the flowers? I say raising an eyebrow. -Why does it surprise you? -The thing is… -Don't tell me anything, just pay attention. -Okay. -Well this flower -she says touching a very beautiful flower- is called Dalia and it means impulsiveness and passion. Young people gave these flowers to indicate that they were looking for a love affair or asking to be carried away by passion. -Wao, what about this one? I say pointing to a red flower.