Flowery Prose Novels & Stories

The distant calls of birds added their melodic voices to the enchanting chorus, weaving a harmonious tapestry that accompanied Chai on his journey. The path unfurled before him like a mystical ribbon, inviting him to explore the wonders of the world that unfolded with each passing mile. Lush meadows stretched out on either side, painted in various shades of green that seemed to ripple like undulating waves in response to the wind's gentle caress. The vibrant colors of wildflowers added splashes of brilliance to the canvas, their petals swaying gracefully in time with the rhythm of nature's symphony. The scents of the flowers mingled in the air, releasing a fragrant perfume that whispered tal

Somehow, my inability to see made the pain and pleasure both immeasurable. "Now, shall we go over all the rules you have broken today, my precious flower?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. The words sounded rather vile and somehow made me want to push him off of me. But, I held still wanting to see just what exactly is this shit. Before, I could have comprehended anything another smack landed on my clothed ass, through the thin material of the electric black-blue gown. "Words, flower." This guy, I swear.

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.”

Except someone had been passing through it repeatedly and with purpose for three weeks. I moved through the trees with the Switch fully engaged, slow and deliberate, footfalls on stone where I could find it and packed earth where I couldn't, each step placed before my weight committed to it. The morning mist sat low between the trunks, the kind of mist that arrived in early autumn and stayed until midmorning, softening the edges of things, making the forest feel like a room someone had left the lights off in. Good cover. I noted it as I noted everything, filed it in the column marked useful and kept moving.

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

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.

Aside from I got confused from what's the purpose of these words, I was also disappointed because I obviously kind of looked forward to what's inside. "Haaa, what's with him?" I sighed as I said this. Who wouldn't react this way anyway? Anyone will feel how nonsense he is At the whole paper, there's nothing written on it but a two confusing sentences 'Flowers, aren't they romantic? I'll be coming to where you are in a second so please look forqard to it' See? Just by reading it, you will find yourself in a confused state for seconds. If he's here infront of me, I will definitely ask him about why is he suddenly mentioning that flowers are romantic? And what is it that I eveb have to look for

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 air was infused with the heady fragrance of blossoms, a sensory haven that momentarily whisked them away from the harsh realities that awaited outside the garden's confines. As they strolled along the meandering paths, Larry's words, like petals carried by a gentle breeze, filled the air. His voice, softened by the tenderness of his emotions, became a melody that intertwined with the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of bees. Amidst the vibrant blooms, he spoke not of illness or uncertainty but of love and hope, a solace that transcended the physical world.