Flowery Prose Novels & Stories

Her tone sounded like a child who wanted to introduce to the concept of procreation. Gary then laughed silently to himself. How could he possibly explain something that was bigger than him, bigger than his feeling, or even bigger than the Gods and Heavens? “Every seed that is planted in the ground is handcrafted from my father’s filthy hands. He had big plans for these flowers, and even bigger plans for the earthly people who would later inhabit his paradise.” Gary explain make Jane Awe looking at him “-Oddly enough, this flowers remind me a lot of you. Flowers have perforations—thorns sheathed beneath the silky outer surface—but no matter how many times you bleed, you’re always drawn to the

He hung up grinning, I could hear it. By noon the house was full of flowers that weren’t for me. Roses, of course. A river of them through the foyer like someone had paid extra to make the air heavy. I passed a stack of florist cards on the console table and slipped one into my pocket. It said FLORERÍA MENDEZ in looping script and smelled like loss. On the piano, where no one played, a book sat open to a poem about shorelines. The page looked staged. That’s what love is here: a set. Props. Marks. The part that bothers me isn’t the falseness. It’s that sometimes the scene works anyway.

I wanted nothing to do with her or that terrible pack ever again, but it was obvious that they weren't ready to let me go even yet. A wildflower bloomed by my feet, brushing against my calf as I watched it. Its leaves were a splattering of reds and blues. Unlike anything I had ever seen. I bent down and picked it up, taking care to delicately pull it out of the ground. A moment ago, it hadn't been there, and somehow, in just a mere dozen heartbeats, it emerged from the ground and bloomed right there. It smelled like honey, and something sweet that I couldn't place my finger on. But when I leaned in closer to smell it properly, it dissolved in my hand and power, and got blown away by the wind

Light danced among the leaves, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the sanctuary of dreams. In the heart of the grove, Theo and Axel found a clearing where a field of glowing flowers swayed in a gentle breeze, their petals radiating with a kaleidoscope of colors that painted the air with a sense of enchantment. The fragrance of the blooms enveloped them, filling their hearts with a deep sense of peace and wonder.

In this tranquil oasis, he felt a profound connection to the intricate web of life and an appreciation for the beauty that thrived amidst adversity. A lush meadow spread out before him, carpeted with emerald-green grasses that swayed gently in the breeze. Wildflowers adorned the landscape, their vibrant petals bursting with hues of crimson, gold, and azure. Their delicate fragrance perfumed the air, adding a touch of enchantment to the surroundings.

Magda leads me around the car and opens the passenger door for me. Unsure, I climb in as I settle into the seat, feeling the coolness of the leather on my skin. As the jeep's engine fires up, I feel a swirl of emotions inside me. *** As Wolfgang drives, I focus on the beautiful scenery around us. The sun illuminates the extensive fields of the vineyard, where the vines stretch out in perfect rows. The vibrant colors of the ripe grapes contrast with the intense green of the leaves, creating an almost surreal image. The winding road led us through picturesque landscapes. The wind caresses my face, and for a moment, I feel that nature whispered in my ear, enveloping me in a tranquility that I h

He kept doing it over and over again till she melted. “You can’t be an earthly woman. You must be a siren or an angel. You are so beautiful. Like a white rose. Like the dawn. Like the winter sun. You are every beauty in the world. Flora. My Flora. My sweet beautiful Flora. I love you. I adore you.”

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

Lyra glanced back at me more than once. And then everything faded. ** I stood in the middle of a field filled with white, glowing flowers. They stretched endlessly in every direction, a quiet sea of soft light that moved with the faintest touch of wind. Each petal carried its own glow, not harsh or blinding, but gentle, like the moonlight was caught and held within something living. The light reflected faintly against my skin, casting pale shadows that shifted as the flowers swayed. I had never seen anything like it.

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.