Flower Crown Drawing Novels & Stories

Get a grip! “Um, I meant, I used to make them as a child.” I hurry to add “Perhaps you would find a crown better suited to your taste than a bouquet, Your Majesty.” She’s staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. I wish the earth would just open up and swallow me already. “Go ahead.” The Empress hands me the flower in her hand “O-Oh, sure!” I jump back into the present My embarrassment is easily abetted as I work on making the garland, taking marigolds, yellow roses and pansies as I go. All yellow would make for a pretty crown.

I refuse to see it this way. Hoisting myself up to the first branch of a stumpy apple tree, I situate myself with a perfect view. While balancing the notebook on my lap, I tug the pencil from my pocket and begin drawing. With broad and light strokes, I sketch the frame of the mansion before including windows for the rooms and open balconies. The prince of this castle will want fresh air and a cosy space to admire his beautiful land. The towers at the top are spiralled with gold edges, glistening in the eternal sunshine. The plants and vines blossom with flowers so big the hummingbirds nearly drown in the nectar.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Crow pulls his bag of stuff closer and brings out a bundle of herbs and wood bound with red string and a lighter. He holds the lighter over one end of it, blowing on it to encourage it to burn. The smoke is pungent but not unpleasant and he watches as Crow blows it out so it’s only smouldering and not burning. Serena comes to stand next to him as he takes the soot from the bundle and draws over the sigil with it. Kai can’t tell what it is he’s drawn; it looks like serpentine lines swirling over each other in a complex pattern.

“Hey lady?” A small voice asked for my attention, and I looked around to find a tiny girl staring up at me. “What is that?” She asked pointing at a flower crown hanging on a hook and I crouched in front of her. “That is a flower crown. Would you like one?” I asked with a smile, and she tilted her head. “What is a flower crown?” She asked as I brought down the flower crown. “You wear it on your head. Would you like to wear it?” I asked and she nodded her head and put it on top of her long brown hair. “Just like this.” She stared up at me with surprised eyes.

Curiosity winning me over, I slowly open the box. My hands started sweating. I knew I was intruding, but I needed to lay my hands on it. Finally, taking the lid off, I stare at what was inside. A ruby crown laid beautifully. It looks like it’s been untouched. Putting my hand in, I caress the edges with my fingertip. Slowly and leisurely. Once again, I look at the entrance. I didn’t want anyone to see me after what I was about to do, so carefully, I hold the crown and take it out of the box.

Elara had insisted on making paper crowns, and Aurora had helped cut jagged shapes that were taped together unevenly but worn proudly. “Mine is the strongest,” Elara declared proudly, puffing out their chest. Aurora smiled softly. “Of course it is, baby.” Jaxon tugged on her sleeve gently. “You didn’t color yours.” She picked up a crayon absently. “I’m thinking about what color I want.” She filled in a shape without really seeing it, her mind drifting even as she nodded and reacted at the right moments. She laughed when they laughed, praised their drawings, helped tape another crooked crown together.

“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be near.” I waited until she disappeared behind the swinging kitchen door before turning my full attention towards my drawing book. My awkward fumbling of the pencil stopped as I gripped it in a tight hold. Idea’s grew from the toxic darkness that lingered, the pointed tip of the lead carefully sketching a hand grasping an entwined honeysuckle and rose crown. A flower crown. A simple smile. Erasing some of the shaded blackness that colored the eyes. Yeah, I think I will color this one.

James and Alicia continue their journey through the woods. The size of trees is now smaller and less dense. A narrow stone way appears at a distance. Alicia looks around her. She's now around the same place she comes to pluck flowers usually. Flowers of all colors and varieties are around her. Her gaze stops on a high branch of Sharon flower tree. She reminisces her memory here. Her hands are raised up trying to grab a white Sharon. But she's not able to reach it. Suddenly her hand jolts up and it touches one Sharon. She looks down.

I trotted over and laid down on the grass next to her, staying in my wolf form since I had left my clothes behind with her dad and Myles. She was using her magic to grow more wildflowers and weave them together into a flower crown. :Don’t run off like that, June,: I scolded her through our link. She just sighed and glanced at me, patting my wolf’s head. “I’m sorry, Drewbie. I just needed to think. Clear my head.” :And flower crowns help?: I chuckled. “As a matter of fact, they do,” she retorted. “Here,” she added, placing the now finished crown on my head. “Beautiful,” she said with an enormous grin.