Falling Flower Petals Novels & Stories

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

I felt myself utterly entranced by the peace and magic of this place. As I danced around, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. The petals on the flowers began to change, their beautiful and bold colours morphing into an ominous shade of red, like blood dripping down the petals. Fear arrested me as I looked around, seeing the savage transformation take over the garden I had just been appreciating. The beauty around me had become a horrifying nightmare of everything good and peaceful that had surrounded me. Suddenly, the flowers began to wilt, turning black and withering, dropping into the pool of blood forming on the ground. Their decaying petals shriveled and collapsed in on themselves.

A lone petal fell, carried by the breeze onto the mossy ground. The path opened to a clearing filled with wildflowers - azure cornflowers, scarlet poppies, sunshine yellow dandelions. Bees and birds glided between the swaying blooms, gathering the last of the autumn nectar. A rusty gardening table and tools at the edge of the clearing were remnants of the garden's past caretakers.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

I ask her as hold them. “I’ve never seen anything like them” she says gently. She eyes the flowers as if they hold some secret message she wants to decipher. I try to look at it through her eyes. The reddish pink petals of the flower are far from soft. The texture of them is closer to a leaf than a petal. The tips of the petals are jagged as if spike and are a bright yellow.

In the midst of her hurried crossing, a strand of flowers tumbled from her grasp, landing precariously in the middle of the road. Erdem’s car came to a halt, and a surge of instinct propelled him to open the door and step out into the rain. He retrieved the fallen flower, its petals damp and vibrant, releasing a familiar scent that flooded his nostrils. It was a scent that stirred memories deep within him, resonating with the person, the feeling he was so desperately searching for.

Roksolana stopped in her tracks, looking at her left-hand side with a smile. She bent down to smell the forget me not flowers which bloomed happily. Their purple petals shone like the glory of the sun, and a speck of white scattered across among the purple made it look like there was pure life breathing in them. They swirled gently from left to right, and then forward and backward, like a shy bride dancing.

I know why people are in love, why they love the process of loving. It's because they get loved back, even if it's delayed. Love gives people false hope, and above all it makes you feel things that you never knew you could feel. It takes you to extends, it comes at the wrong time and sweeps you off your feet. And you will end up falling. Now, since we are falling on the earth and not space, there are consequences. Falling hurts. One moment you are so high up the sky, next, you are hitting rock bottom. In simpler terms, falling breaks bones.

The wind made the petals fall from the tree making it seem like it was snowing. Rain giggled bouncing around to catch as much as petals he can in his palm. Laughing, Evelyn joined him and caught the flower petals as much as she can. The boy tiptoed and sneakily dumped the petals he caught on Evelyn's head who gasped in surprise. Evelyn wanted revenge. She chased Rain with her handful of petals to dump them on the boy's head. Both of the omegas were so lost in playing the petals that they didn't see the people watching them.

It was a very pretty place, flowers in orange, red and yellow were scattered all over the place, the petals of each flower moved like flames. It was very warm and even the sky looked like it was set into a forever sunset. Callie could hear the sound of liquid hitting stone and turn around to see a waterfall but in lava form. It was basically a lava-fall. She took a step back out of fear, that thing could melt her and leave nothing behind.