Dandelion: Poet Novels & Stories

she added in a dreamy voice and unaware that she was already strangling Dandelion. “Hey! Hey! You're just the one that was so fond of Snow White and Doreamon—ALSO can you stop doing that to my PET?” I said and snatched Dandelion from her. She stayed silent for a while after I exposed her that she was the one who idolizes Snow white like a damsel in distress that was waiting for her Prince Charming to come and rescue her.

Because he was right and because it was December fifth and because nothing was on fire and nobody was watching the gate and the garden was outside and the Sicilian poet was on the shelf and the watch was on the nightstand and the harbor building had her father's name above the entrance and there was nothing to do today except be here. "Fine," she said. "You make lunch." "Yes," he said. "And I read," she said. "Yes," he said. "And we do nothing operational," she said. "For the entire day," he said. "For the entire day," she confirmed. She looked at the garden one more time. Then she went to find the poet. She read until ten. Page forty-two and then forward. Pages she had not read before. The

I followed Alan quietly as he led me through the tall grass. The sun was warm on my skin, and the field stretched out in front of us like something out of a dream. Wildflowers were everywhere, yellow, white, and soft purple but what really caught my attention were the dandelions. They covered the ground in soft white puffs, swaying gently with the breeze. I didn’t say anything at first. I just walked beside him, letting him hold my hand. Something about the way he was walking felt intentional, like he had been planning this for a while.

Who would have thought that this very time, he is now gone. 'Ien, you did great...' He stated as he let the eyes of close. 'You can now rest' ... Aq 'Ian, do you believe that all dandelions are happy?' 'Why did you ask Ien? Do flowers have emotions?' 'I don't know. But... to be a dandelion... i feel like i can be happy' 'Dandelions?' 'When the wind breeze, isn't it nice to just go to a place wherever the wind will brought you? You can fly... up high in the sky...'

I swiped a bead of sweat that trickled down my neck and reached for a dandelion when I heard a loud cheerful voice call out to me. “Claire! Look at me!” Emmaline’s chirped up. I snapped my head back and saw Emmaline with a wide grin on her face. She held a dandelion to her ear and settled it there. “I look pretty don’t I? Like a princess,” She said and swayed around, taking tiny hops like she was dancing a ballet routine. I chuckled at her and saw Danica appear behind her. She plucked the dandelion from behind her eyes and rolled her eyes.

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

She is still not aware of my identity if she’s asking such questions. “Date, you say? Which part?” I innocently asked, hoping she will change this topic already. “Aw,” she sadly pouted, believing the thought that none of that happened, “But Theon spent his time preparing for that. He did not choose dandelions just because it is in season. Just like what I have read in a book. That flower means healing from emotional pain and physical injury alike.” She paused while pouting at the grassy ground.

I say haughtily. “Like how visums are cursed with immortality?” she says slowly. “Yes,” I sing out. “And how, as part of their curse, they can’t die, and the only thing that can kill them is exposure to bitterwort?” she asks, folding her arms and giving me a pointed look. I chew the inside of my cheek, “I might have forgotten that part. What was bitterwort again?” I ask in confusion. “Dandelion.” “Ah, that’s right! So I had a temporary brain fart, was I supposed to just let him continue to drown whether it would kill him or not?” I argue back.

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

Lila grinned, triumphant, and skipped away again with the grace only a six-year-old could manage. Elena looked down at the dandelion in her hand. Simple. Wild. Resilient. A flower most people overlooked. Called a weed. Tried to root out. But it stood anyway. Just like her. Just like her little hummingbird. She watched Lila’s small figure darting between the trees, always in motion, always chasing the next bit of light. Fragile in body. Fierce in spirit. Delicate, but unstoppable. Her reason. Her fire. Her anchor.