Flower Withering Novels & Stories

Glad that she didn't take much time to reveal what she meant. "It's the 'delight flower' plant. It spreads the aroma of its own as long as it's a small plant but the moment it starts to grow old the same plant of the beautiful flower becomes poisonous." That was an untold fact, I wasn't mindful of. "As long as it's a baby, it's fine, but the moment it grows it holds the capacity to kill." "That's sad..." I mumbled, feeling hurt over the fate of the mesmerizing flower. "I know."

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.

“Two more cars out front and then we’ll start wrapping up the flowers.” Flowers. Val looked over at the arrangements that had stood like an actual punctuation on every table, now starting to lose petals at the edges,or lose its vibrant color, a little tired after hours under light and noise. A man from the Decorations team knelt and pried a stem free, tucking the bloom into a box that smelled faintly of cold water. The sight of the arrangements being packed made the night feel smaller, well it was morning already if they were being honest.

In his small hand, he held the jar, and inside was a dried red flower, missing two petals, with a crack on the top. It was an incomplete dried flower. “...” Christopher opened the jar, looked at the flower inside, his face looking somewhat puzzled. Childhood memories were quite remarkable, especially for something unforgettable like this. “Ben, did you pick this flower in the afternoon? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” “Dad, do you like Ben’s flower? Did Dad pick it up?” “Dad, really? Dad likes it? Without water, the flower has withered.” “Not withered, still exquisite.”

For like a flower, she was going to wither away soon. He had to tell her before the petals shrank and fell and became one with the earth again. * * * A/N : Ah, I enjoyed writing this chapter so much haha! Tell me whether you liked it or not or what you expected, I would love to hear your thoughts xx.

While he was doing so, I focused my attention on a large rock with a flower on one side. I immediately sat in front of it and saw it more clearly. Because it grew in rocky terrain, it may have withered because it didn't get enough nutrition and its roots couldn't crawl properly. I didn't hesitate any longer and pulled it out, thankfully with little damage to its root. I stood up and placed the withered flower in my palm. I turned to face Mino, who was just sitting on the rock, waiting.

And then he said: "If I gave you a rose, then it would wither in just 2 or 3 days and I would never want that thing, which is the same as the name of my beautiful sister, to become rotten. That's why I brought the whole plant for you. And I know that you take good care of it. And will never let it wither." All the words of David are revolving in my mind and I can't stop my tears, which are now coming out of my eyes and falling down on the floor. I hold this flower in my hand and think about the fragility of flowers and how fragile and soft flowers are. Why do people tear them from their stems? Why don't they think that it is so precious and beautiful? Why do they not think that the whole bea

She clenched her lower lip between her teeth, sighing in defeat. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t– I exhaled slowly—and blew. The tiny florets detached immediately, drifting up and away in a soft, weightless dance, carried off by the breeze.

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

Prisila uttered, trying to lighten up Eizlina's mood a bit because she could clearly see how distressed and disturbed Eizlina was looking, so she attempted to call her mind a little. Eizlina looked at her and saw her pointing towards a bunch of flowers. She didn't know their names. They looked unique and extremely beguiling. She had never seen them before, but their beauty couldn't keep the attention of her eyes for long because her gaze automatically trailed towards a flower, which had fallen from its plant on the ground. It was looking extremely dry and on the verge of dying. Eizlina walked towards that flower. Bending down, she collected that dried up flower in her hand and silently gazed