Flower Fell Novels & Stories

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

The caption read, “The weather is perfect today. We collected stones by the sea.” The third post was of stars glittering and fireworks blooming in the night sky. The caption read, “I offer you the stars as my pledge to provide you a life free of worry.” Hailey laughed as she read them. He had once said all of those words to her. Now, the person listening with joy was no longer her. Sure enough, when love fades, the heart no longer aches.

Flora Amor felt like she was floating on clouds as she walked toward her first class that morning. She didn’t even notice the students she passed by, most of them glued to their smartphones. She glanced at the construction site beside their building. Dixal hadn’t called her yet—maybe he wasn’t there.

I can't help but reminisce about my childhood where I used to watch cartoons and fantasy movies together with my mother. "You believe me now, Freya?" Elena asked me and then she waved her hand in the air again, before I can grasp what she's trying to do this time I saw the flower petals fall on the ground. It happened so fucking fast, I just saw the petals floating around, and then the next moment they all fell on the ground. The surroundings look like a dead flower garden now because all the flowers here had lost their petals and not even a single flower was left with petals.

He slowly walked towards the door. It was windy that day. There were some trees in Cynthia's yard with triangular things hanging on them like lotus bulbs. Many of them formed into a large flower cluster. The flower cluster was not very beautiful, but every autumn, the flowers would scatter and turn into small leaves, falling from the sky. Flynt loved those flowers when he was a child, which were sometimes like leaves, and at times flowers. Cynthia had once said that flowers were not flowers, and leaves were not leaves. That kind of thing was very intriguing.

Only he never appreciated her efforts. With a broken heart, she stood, slightly swaying. Her transparent wings fluttered. Where would she go? “Thank you,” she said in a small voice. “It’s okay. Get going now.” The cleaning maid waved her hand as she looked around the garden. Flora took off to the sky, falling several inches before soaring high again. The place she once called home growing distant with every labored breath she took. *** “Your Majesty!” “Your Majesty!” Reyna looked up from the ancient scroll she was reading. Her brows creased as she noticed the flustered Micah on her doorstep.

Stacy put her hand by the flower again, and exhauled slowly. Stacy spoke clearly this time "Potronum Altimus Potronum Altimus." she pulled her hand up slowly twirling her fingers "Potronum Altimus." The flower began to grow and the pedals began to dance blossoming into a beautiful white rose with red veins. Stacy jumped up and down for joy she had done it. "Grandma Grandma!!!! Look look I did it! I did it!!" her face lit up with hapiness and golden specks reviled in her beautiful blue eyes. She hadn't had this much fun probably ever.

Everyone clapped their hands, Everyone heard the sound of the chopper, and light fell on Kate. Everyone looked up, suddenly something fell from the sky, flower petals. David planned flower rain for Kate. Everyone was shocked. Because this flower is the rarest in the world, Juliet Rose, yet this man rained with that flower for his wife. Everyone clapped hard. Soon, a light appeared in the sky. This time, it was not raining; it was firecrackers "Happy first anniversary, Wifey. "It was so big that half of the city could see it.

"To bloom so early, so defiantly." Elara offered a faint smile, her gaze still fixed on the flower. "They have no choice, do they? They must push through the cold, or wither unseen." Her words, though directed at the roses, held a double meaning, a subtle confession of her own internal struggle. She felt a yearning to bloom, to embrace the warmth Kael represented, yet the lingering fear of the cold, of past hurts, held her back.

Snowdrops for winter, daffodils for spring, wildflowers for summer, sunflowers for autumn. Sunflowers for autumn. He knew. He’d already threatened me with revealing the truth, and now he was taunting me with it. But if he wasn’t going to say it outright, then neither was I. “They’re beautiful,” was my carefully crafted reply. It gave away nothing about me. “Thank you.” I took them, feeling the paper crinkle under my fingers. “I’ll just find a vase for them.” He nodded, and I shuffled back inside before he could say anything more. I closed the door on him, let out a silent scream, then dumped the flowers in a large water jug, filling it halfway before forcing myself to go back to him.