Do Sunflowers Have Thorns Novels & Stories

Tya glanced at Via, who was dramatic because she had been complaining of pain in her fingers which were full of scratches. “Gosh, I told you to be careful. You can't even tell which flowers have thorns or not,” she explained, remembering Via, who just pulled the flowers from the vase. Via's lips pursed for a moment, while grumbling, she tried defending herself. “I think the thorny flower is only rose. I don’t know others. And see? Even the thorns are very small,” Via growled, remembering the Euphorbia flower whose stems had sharp thorns.

We were in the car when I asked, "I love the flowers by the way." "A perfect representation of who you are, really." "How so?" He glanced at me briefly, a smile gracing his lips, "Roses, beautiful but with thorns. You may be enchanted with their beauty but once you touch them you know how painful they can be." Wow, he really gave it some thinking. I didn't expect that. "And the sunflowers?" I asked after a short humm. "Bright, they can make the saddest of souls happy, just like you, when you want to, that is."

I can grow roses, sunflowers, or any other flower I wish. I turned and flashed Lucas an easy smile. "As for those who'd tried to grow weed and thorns in my garden… Well, let's just say the wind will blow them all away."

She stood beside me, also staring at the small pot. I smiled faintly. “I guess so. The color is so uplifting.” “Sunflowers are like that. They usually symbolize hope, the strength to keep facing the light. Many people buy them when they need renewed energy.” I swallowed hard, then nodded. “I think I need that.” She smiled back, not asking much. She just said, “If you want, you can choose this one. The flowers are fresh, they just arrived this morning.” I gently stroked the petals. They felt smooth, as if they held the warmth of an invisible sun.

I let my eyes travel down the peculiar flower, its ever red petals glistened with falling snowflakes as they settled softly on each petal, their toichike a gentle kiss on my skin as I ran a finger through it. I had never seen such a beautiful species before but from the blood red petals to the thorny dark stems I could tell it was a rose. The many books I had read depicted all this flower's splendor to be ethereal and beautiful but simple. Its harsh thorns did not allow it to be easily obtained, hence its scarce population. But that was what made it even more wanted and desired. The way the little flakes softly dropped to coat the flower had me staring in awe. Such beauty.

"I know this isn't the most ideal flower for a first date. I bought roses—a ton of them, actually. But when everything else felt right, they didn't quite ease my satisfaction like the sunflower did." He paused for a while as he handed it to me. It was just as big as my entire face, maybe, but I loved how it seemed to have illuminated the night perfectly. "Sunflowers thrive in the most unnatural and uncomfortable places. Even when the growing conditions aren't ideal, they always find a way to bloom. It reminded me of us, so forgive me for not gifting you with roses or lilies, but—" He didn't get a chance to finish because I cut his speech short by bringing our lips together again. With all th

I have gotten so used to getting what I want by force that it is hard any other way. "You can move out," I blurted out and almost immediately turned to face the window again. I never noticed them until today, the sunflowers growing amidst all the other flowers planted in the large expanse of land directly in front of me. They were bright yellow and buoyant. Their numerosity made it hard to miss them even among other flowers, although I doubted the sunflower would go unnoticed even if it was just one planted. It was truly beautiful, a perfect distraction from the reality I was confronted with at the moment.

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

There was only trimmed grass and some sports bikes parked. There should be sunflowers planted here. A memory resurfaced. I was running across the sunflower field. I loved the vibrant color of the sunflower and how it bloomed so beautifully. However, whenever I wanted to pluck them, a beautiful woman would stop me and carry me. She would say... "Flowers has feelings too. If you pluck them while not being careful, they will be hurt. If they are hurt, do you think they will grow? If I pluck you like this-"

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”