Flower Wilted Novels & Stories

As she kept looking at me with her eyebrows furrowed, I smiled nervously and walked into the kitchen, adding, "I'm really thirsty." "Ally," She started, one hand on her waist and the other on the kitchen counter. "Is everything okay with you?" She asked inquisitively. "Yeah of course," I said and gulped down the water before adding, "Why?" "The flowers that came yesterday were really fresh and blooming, you know and these flowers, in the bin… They are wilted. What is happening?" She got curious. "Am, it's nothing. You don't need to worry." I said and walked past her to grab my bag from the couch.

The overpowering fragrance made one feel suffocated. However, for some reason, all the flowers here were in a bad shape. Many of them had already withered, as if they had gone without water for a long time. In this kind of artificial flower shed, it should not be affected by drought. And in the flower shed, many workers were constantly spraying water on these flowers, but it was not helping at all. The leaves of many flowers seemed to have been roasted. They were all dry and withered and starting to turn yellow.

I don’t know why, but it just did. But then I lifted my hand to the flowers and touched my fingers to one of the petals of a vibrant red Carnation. Within a few seconds the Carnation wilted in front of my eyes and the vibrant red turned into a dull brick brown color. And I knew that that’s exactly what I’d do to Anaya if I even breathed the same air as her.

The flowers had withered, seemingly gone to sleep, with no telling when—or if—they would bloom again. They had been Roxanne’s mother’s favorite flowers, carefully tended by Roxanne after her passing. But now Roxanne was gone too, and as if sensing her absence, the blooms had faded, wilting even in the height of spring. Charles wiped a tear from his face. "I failed Roxy. I failed her mother, and I failed her. Nathan, I’ve been such a fool. I promised her mother I would take care of her, love her, and protect her. But I broke that promise. Do you think I’ll face retribution for this?

In the end, even Grandpa’s death became proof that I was an unfilial granddaughter who had abandoned him without a care. Since that was the case, in this life I would no longer indulge in wishful thinking. I decisively set my phone aside and waited for the call about Grandpa being sued and needing a defense to ring out on its own. After the call ended, I strolled to the refrigerator, took out a slice of watermelon, sat on the sofa, and began scrolling through short videos on TikTok. Grandma Margaret Bennett came out of her room, and the moment she saw how relaxed I looked, her expression darkened.

She could only process everything on her own. For almost an entire week, she hadn’t contacted him. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and called her. “I got the flowers you sent, but they died in the vase,” Wilfred said, pausing for a moment with a tone that sounded almost regretful. Karina almost thought she had misheard him. He continued, “Did I do something wrong with the way I kept the flowers?” Karina stumbled over her words, “Well... flowers that have been picked will wilt quickly, even if you put them in a vase. But if you liked them, I can send more.”

"I have dozens of them; the balcony is almost full." She had always loved tending to these flowers and plants, relishing the fresh scents they emitted. "Have you ever grown lilies?" "Yes, I have. There are two pots at home now, and they should bloom in another month or two." Finley remarked, "I used to have a pot of lilies at home. This year, I'm not sure why the leaves suddenly started withering and developing spots. It's frustrating." "Could it be due to insufficient nutrients?"

“The flower… The flower is wilting.” Indeed, the initially bright red flower on the woman’s belly had wilted in the blink of an eye, its petals turning gray. At that moment, the woman opened her mouth. There was a terrified look in her eyes. She was staring at Waltz, and she wanted to cry for help. However, her life slowly wilted away just as the flower did. She was dead! Waltz covered her mouth while tears flowed down her cheeks. Suddenly, the woman’s stomach tore apart with a crack.

It was a beautiful thing that had caught my eyes and refused to let go. Now, I look at it and there is no life left in it. The cluster of wildflowers and their delicate colorful petals have withered and turned a sickly brown colour. The leaves that were once a vibrant green have lost their luster, drooping and curling in on themselves as if they can no longer bear the weight of the flowers. The petals, once so delicate and colorful, now look as if they have been drained of their life force, clinging to the wilted stems like a desperate cry for help.

I walked along a hidden stone path through an overgrown courtyard until I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right in the center of the garden was an enormous, glowing wisteria tree. It was breathtaking. The long vines of purple flowers hung down like glowing curtains, giving off a soft, faint silver light that lit up the entire yard. But as I stepped closer, my heart sank a little. The tree was rapidly withering. Half of the hanging flowers were brown and brittle, falling onto the damp grass like dry dust. The thick bark on the trunk looked cracked and dry, like the life was slowly draining out of it day by day.