Flowers Clouds Novels & Stories

VERENA I look around and find myself floating in a realm of ethereal beauty. Below me, clouds drift lazily, like cotton candy scattered across a vast canvas. The sky above is a brilliant blue, unmarred by a single cloud. The air is crisp and clean, filled with a sense of peace and tranquility. I feel a sense of calm wash over me, as if I'm weightless, floating on air. I've never felt so serene, so at peace. It's as if all my worries and fears have melted away, leaving only pure bliss.

Children do, sometimes, playing house or telling secrets where the wood smells of rain and time. ‎ ‎The white flowers grow everywhere. ‎ ‎They started around the two stones—Rex’s and mine—and spread. First a ring, then a meadow, then a sea. They bloom in every season, in every weather. Snow settles on them and melts without bruising a petal. Rain beads on them like tears that refuse to fall. Sunlight turns them almost transparent, so you can see the veins of silver running through each one. ‎ ‎People come to walk among them.

Especially to watch the sea of clouds seemed dancing in the wind. His face beamed with admiration as he turned around and peered to the lofty waterfall behind, colorful flowers squeezing each other on both sides of the falls. The rocks underneath were shimmering gold, scattered above and underwater—mushrooms of different sizes sprawling around, majority red and blue. The place was so magical that he had to close his eyes for a moment and open it again to be sure he did not imagine things.

It was a lazy Sunday morning, and they had decided to spend it together, enjoying the simple pleasures of life. As Rose stood in front of the mirror, gripping the hair dryer, Liam playfully took it from her hands. He blew a teasing stream of air onto her damp hair, causing it to dance and flutter. She giggled, feeling the rush of air on her scalp, as Liam expertly dried her hair. Outside the window, the clouds drifted across the sky, their fluffy formations constantly changing shape. They ruffled here and there with elegance, their movements captivating both Rose and Liam. It was as if the sky was putting on a show just for them.

So I asked Lucas and seek for an answer. "Master, as you can see, here in Tórshavn, the weather is always cloudy and gloomy..." Yep, I knew 'bout that. "Because, Tórshavn is the cloudiest place in the world. In this specific spot, it was like you can really reach the clouds with your fingertips." Lucas did raise his hands, as if he was really touching the clouds.

He is the only one who can stop them right now. Out of a sudden, the whole place turned to a vast field of flowering plants. Then, a big sheep with swirling horns descended from the sky and it went nearer to Glade. It stomped its feet on the ground before Glade rode on its back. Suddenly, the wind blew and the flowers were dancing with it. The sweet scent of the flowers filled my nose. So this is Glade’s Celestial Realm, huh? It is still incomplete but it is beautiful.

The night sky is clear, tinted with dark gloomy clouds, making the stars appearing more bright, more twinkling. The moon is moving from clouds, playing hide and seek under these dark clouds. There are lot of trees surrounded this mansion, along with tress there are many varieties of flowers , painting this mansion like a fairytale. I can see the pool is glistening, under this bright moon light. The water is painted blue, flowing to and from to the pool corners, attracting the fireflies.

But even so, if ever he decided for us to get back together, I am not certain if we could still return from what we had before. To distract myself, I laid my eyes on Cloudy. I nuzzled my nose at him and smelled his baby scent. "You smelled like my favorite flower, Cloudy. You are my stargazer lily." I couldn't help uttering those words as I smelled him again. It was heady and pleasant. He really was a stargazer lily. I glanced at Claude when I caught him looking at me. He immediately averted his gaze from me and crossed his arms over his chest. I shook my head and didn't look at him anymore.

The clouds and fog cascaded below, swirling in gentle wisps, as if transformed into an ethereal ocean stretching to the horizon. The expanse before me was a celestial canvas, where sky and mist merged, blurring the boundaries between earth and sky. The world seemed suspended in a dreamlike haze, its beauty both ethereal and tangible.

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"