Flower Breathing Novels & Stories

The air was hushed, reverent as if the very forest held its breath in solidarity. Floral arrangements adorned every available surface, a vibrant tapestry of colors that punctuated the somber surroundings. Fragrant blooms filled the air with their delicate scent, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the forest. The sight of the flowers, symbols of love and remembrance, brought both comfort and a fresh wave of sorrow to Amelia's heart.

The cold weather made the breath I breathed look like dew. Take a walk in Akira's home garden, a large garden with lots of flowers. Yes, but strangely the plants here are thorny. I noticed one of the flowers that wasn't supposed to be thorns, but here it grew standing. The flower I mean is a tulip flower. Here also there are trees that are not overgrown by leaves, but look alive. This tree is not dead. If I look again at this place, here it is more overgrown with leafless trees.

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.

She licked a silver petal and the petal shuddered. The entire flower field shivered like one giant organism and I froze again. “Okay,” I whispered. “We are leaving. This is above our pay grade. This is above EVERYONE’S pay grade.” Blue looked at me, head tilted innocently, then sneezed a puff of pale smoke. The smoke drifted over the flower she licked… and the petal instantly curled inward, glowing faintly. The light in my hand flickered and something answered. The ground vibrated softly under my boots, almost like footsteps but too many, too soft, too fast.

A shape slips into my thoughts, late on a Thursday. It does not knock. Up there in the sunroom, I hold a plant book but do not really read. Light pours down through the panels, heating my arms. A drawing catches my eye - strange flower, opens only at night - and then everything splits apart. A shape appears - soft, light-colored flower parts. Then without warning, the air carries a burnt scent.

The air grew thick, charged with the faintest floral scent as the ground seemed to shudder and pulse ever so slightly. Eddie and Millie watched in amazement as the ancient oak's gnarled branches began twitching, trembling, then unfurling with renewed vitality. Buds, which had been tightly furled against the winter, snapped open, exploding into fragrant emerald shoots and lush foliage. Within moments, the great tree was in full, vibrant bloom, lush with verdant life. When Amelia opened her eyes again, she smiled serenely at the twins' awestruck expressions.

The scent of delicate flowers filled the air, mingling with the gentle breeze that caressed my cheeks. I walked along the cobblestone pathway, each step echoing in harmony with the rhythmic beating of my heart. The garden's beauty unfolded before me, like a grand tapestry unfurling with each passing moment. Vibrant roses adorned trellises, their velvety petals inviting me to touch their exquisite perfection. Dainty lilies swayed in the breeze, their fragrance mingling with the heady aroma of fresh earth.

I don't want to see him allowing it to happen, instead of pushing her away. I don't have an appetite anyways. I'm afraid if I even smelled food I would throw up. I closed my eyes and raised my face to the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. I take a deep breath in, and the wonderful aroma of the flowers fills my nose. I open my eyes as I turn my head to the left, wanting to see the beautiful mandevilla flowers again, and I smile as I reach out and touch one of the delicate flowers.