Eat Your Flowers Novels & Stories

In the center of the garden, atop a moss covered stone altar, a flower glowed faintly. It was the Heavenly Spice Flower. Its petals were gold, emitting an intoxicatingly sweet aroma. "That’s it!" Riska pointed. "But how do we get it without damaging it, using only Indomie?" Lia asked. A Botanical Zombie stepped forward, wielding a pair of giant garden shears. Grrr… do not… destroy… garden…! The zombie growled, its eyes blazing. "We aren't going to destroy anything!" Bima shouted. He pulled out his remaining pack of Super Nutripower Indomie.

I use them now to decorate the table. I place some purple blooms in the center of the table in a bottle I emptied to make dinner. White and yellow flowers that I happen to know are edible are used as decoration on the plates themselves. When it’s all said and done, it’s still a simple camp meal, but my effort is evident, and I hope that will mean something to the prince. Even if it feels like a pathetic way to thank him for saving my life. Again. I startle when the tent flap flies open. Prince Owen bursts in, looking me over with concern.

Chelsea asked. Jaycee looked at her thoughtfully. After a long time, Jaycee said, "Yes." The wind blew, and a faint fragrance spread. Jaycee frowned. "This fragrance is so strange." "It's datura." Chelsea looked at the flowers on the balcony and said in a low voice, "It's not good to smell too much." The same went for this restaurant. They actually put these flowers on the balcony. Weren't they afraid of customers eating them by mistake? "You know a lot about flowers. You can tell what they are with just a glance."

I look at the flowers and I can`t help it but to remember him. While looking at the flowers I notice a small paper. I pick it up and read it. Just eat. Don`t think of anything. P.S - I don`t mind eating with you.

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Yara felt a little dissapointed but what she can do. "Don't worry, I don't want to do anything with Ryker. I'm just entertaining him for he is you're client." Yara said. "That again, I told you that don't do anything against your will just because of a client." Kenzo said. Again, Yara stomach growled and Kenzo's too and they both laughed. Their dinner was served. Yara furrowed her forehead. "Have you ordered?" Yara asked. "Nope, but they are only serving what you saw a while ago." Kenzo said. "Flowers?" Yara asked not believing that the beautiful flowers a while ago were the ones they will eat now."Yeah." Kenzo answered and Yara had a "O" on her face. Spring Salad with Microgreens, Blackberr

"Anyway, I'm here to beg you, of course I have to learn a little about you. I just thought you liked flowers, but I didn't expect you to love flowers so much." The flowers here were carefully pruned and cared for, obviously the growers loved and cared about them so much. "And yet you make fun of me for eating vegetables, a werewolf who likes flowers makes fun of a werewolf who likes to eat vegetables, it's funny." I raised my voice.

Sketches showed the progression of her experiments—normal garden vegetables that gradually became something more extraordinary, flowers that seemed to glow with inner light, vines that grew in mathematically impossible spirals. December 3rd, 1891. Success at last! The winter roses are not only surviving the frost, they appear to be thriving on it. Their petals have developed a luminescent quality that intensifies during the coldest nights. More remarkably, I am certain they are attempting to communicate. The rustling of their leaves follows distinct patterns—almost like a primitive language. I have begun keeping careful notes on these "conversations," though I fear any scientist who read my

" Let's eat," I nod and follow him to the table. There is a bouquet here of white peonies on the table how I love these flowers! I smell the blooms. I thought I saw a glimpse of a smile on his lips, but before I could adjust my eyes to look properly, it was gone. Or maybe I imagined it. " Lovely flowers," I say. " Hmm," he murmurs. I take a seat and smile. There are so many food on the table; meats, cheeses, and all you can have. It was brunch.

Just to be polite, I added, "you look nice too." "Ah, well, I switched my daytime suit out for a nighttime suit," he replied, unfurling his hand like a model, and then he ignored my comment about the flowers. "These are for you. They need water, but don't worry. Lola will run up and put them in a vase while we're eating. Let's hurry so the food doesn't get cold." I wondered if he was starving, but his eagerness for food suddenly made me look forward to dinner a little more. I signed inwardly, took the flowers and set them inside, and then stepped out into the hallway.