Dandelion Artinya Novels & Stories

” Herman exclaimed aiming both of his index fingers to Anggun. “You shoot your nails, right? Shooting nails to me? Do you think your nails are strong enough to destroy a diamond?” Anggun asked arrogantly. “Anyway, why diamond? I thought that we would fight against Dodol man since Garut is famous for the Dodol (a sweet toffee-like sugar palm.... Dang! Just Google it.)” Alfi thought. “Err, wait, that”s it! Probably she is dodol (Dodol can be used for insulting, the meaning is as harsh as "moron").” He added.

She asked, thinking that he probably walked down all those stairs. “No. Thank you.” He put the cup down. “I see you got a tattoo.” “Ah… yes.” “It must be Marcus. He is known for his art.” He was indeed talented. “A dandelion. Interesting.” “Does it mean something?” She asked. “A dandelion represents hope and healing. One blowing in the wind means a wish for a good fate.” She frowned. “Do you think Marcus knows that?” He smiled. “I am not sure, but sometimes we do things by instinct without truly knowing.”

Emilia grinned, "I find them my favourite plants. Don't you agree?" "Yes," Alice breathed, taking the pot from Emilia's grip. She inspected it carefully smiling. "They're my favourite plants too..." "I remember my science teacher calling it a 'Taraxacum erythrospermum' once. She had a right go at me because I would continue to call it a 'Dandelion,'" Emilia laughed, "Calling it a 'Taraxacum Erthrospermum' takes about a day to say." Alice wasn't listening to Emilia. She had gently placed the dandelion on the table and had started watering it, just like how Emilia did. She did it as carefully as she good, gazing at awe at the pretty plant.

I said as he chuckled. "But,you're name's really weird from Dan to Dandelion?"He said as we chuckled and I shake my head. "My complete name is Daniel,Daniel Lee and not Dan but feel free to call me that if you wanted too also the reason why I named my acc 'Dandelion' it's because there are more of my favorites than the other flowers."I said as he nods in respond. "Yeah,they are..But,tulips and orchids are my ones."He said.

She pulled out her drawing from school and handed it to Mommy. It was three people standing under a giant pink tree. “That’s you,” she said, pointing to the tall figure. “And me. And Jack.” Mommy blinked a few times. Her eyes looked wet, but she smiled real big. Jack leaned over and pointed. “What’s that in your hand?” “A flower. A dandyflower.” “Dandelion,” Mommy corrected softly, brushing Lila’s curls away from her eyes. Lila shrugged. “Same thing.” Then she looked up, suddenly serious. “Mommy?”

If I saw him, I’m sure I would have remembered. I walk over to the two paintings bordering on either side of the fireplace. These two I made while I was working in Paris. Twin paintings of yellow dandelions in full bloom on the one on the right, and on the left is one of a dandelion seed head with the seeds being blown in the wind. Seeing the paintings again makes me smile. Dandelions have always had a special place in my heart. Often seen as a weed, people normally don’t pay attention to these beautiful flowers, but they symbolize hope and a free spirit.

The air was alive with the ethereal fluff of dandelion seeds, carried by the wind like tiny messengers on a mission. Seated in the middle of the meadow, I plucked a dandelion, and its seeds swirled around me like ethereal fairies. Daniel's voice whispered, "The dandelion has chosen you. Make a wish." With closed eyes, I silently wished for the enduring prosperity of our kingdom and gently blew on the delicate seed, watching it float away. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed Daniel watching me attentively. He approached and sat in front of me, his gaze unwavering. His eyes sparkled, and I yearned to understand his thoughts at that moment.

I like it because when the wind blows, the petals of these perennial weeds are blown away. "Do you know what makes a dandelion special?" He asked. "Because, it is very similar to you...." I smiled without looking at him. " Even whispering we understand each other. I heard his footsteps towards me. What does he think I don't search about the meanings of the things I like. I have already searched for that on g****e! "The yellow one's of those dandelions, illustrates the sun...." He continued walking. "Those dispersing seeds of it, represent the stars...."