Poem Sunflower Novels & Stories

I planned to help them wash the dishes and the other things that they used for cooking, but they wouldn't let me, that's why I just decided to go out of the kitchen door and when I finally got out, a flower garden opened up to me. There is only one type of flower in the garden and it is my favorite flower, none other than the sunflower. My smile was so big, especially when I got closer to the tall sunflowers. I think there are about one hundred plus sunflowers I am seeing right now. I feel really relieved every time I see flowers like this. And since I had nothing else to do, I just kept myself busy by pulling up the grass near the sunflowers. I did that for a few minutes and when I started

Sage’s POV “The salad is ready!” Kehlani yells out for everyone to gather for dinner. I stand next to her, placing the flowers I picked with Corbin a day ago. The red petals cut through the lush green of the salad and looks pretty in contrast with the almonds and feta cheese that’s also in it.

Slowly fading into the darkness with the scent of pine trees lingering in my nose making me feel comfortable, peaceful and warm in a long while. What if the sun never rose? Could they stay like this forever? What if we never had to face our reality?

Stop over thinking Gemma remember just live in the now. I smile thinking about how he had been showing me his feelings this evening, as the smell of fresh roses keeps washing over me. Before I answer the door I notice that on a table in my entry way there is a small vase filled with thirteen sunflowers, and a note. It's weird that he would get sunflowers after all the roses, but maybe they mean something else i think to myself. When I open the note a powder permeates into the air surrounding all my senses in an overwhelming way, and as I try to fan the odd odor away from me I begin to read the note.

Today, as per Annie’s request, he brought her to the sunflowers garden. The weather was surprisingly warm. The field was full of sunflowers that reached out toward the sunlight. Annie was in her long sleeve dress, hair braided into two ponytails, looking a little more alive. She leaned back on the wheelchair as she gazed at the beautiful sunflowers, and her face seemingly radiated. Annie turned to look at William and said, “Mr. Peterson, do you know? My biggest dream in life is to live like a sunflower.” Unfortunately…she was running out of time.

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.

Tony seemed to notice his arrival as well, his hand clenched unconsciously. I tapped on his arm lightly and he relaxed it. The timer for the flower arrangement went off. Anne and her partner seemed satisfied with what they had done. She was smiling widely, it made me smile too. The arrangement they did was simple. The highlight of the arrangement were sunflowers. There were about five of them in the middle, white roses were used as the exterior. Wildflowers were sprinkled here and there, and the rest were green leaves. Their competitors had red roses as their highlights. The arrangement was well organized too, but I was drawn more to the sunflower arrangement that Anne and her partner had ma

He asked, "This is for me?" Mew nodded, "Didn't I tell you that I will pursue you." He got the flowers and handed it to Gulf. "For you." Gulf accepted it, brought it to his nose, and smelled it. Hiding the forming smile on his lips. "Thank you!" He leaned closer and kissed Mew on the cheek then, like a blushing teen... He gets inside the car. He looked at the card and silently read it, 'Sunflowers are special. It faces the sun like worshipping it, though I always embody myself as the sun I wanted to worship you.

Jade's expression brightened as she tugged at Esmeralda, before running her caramel hands on the sunflower plant. Sunflower. Jade's favourite of all flowers. I watched keenly as Jade turned to Esmeralda, saying things to her. I could bet that she was telling her how sunflower was her favourite. I didn't need to use my wolf hearing. Jade was always predictable. Her hands ran the length and breadth of the sunflower, leaning close to take a deep breath of its sweet scent before urging Esmeralda to do so, which she did shyly. Why was she always shy?

I kept looking at plates at food. No! I won't eat. What if the food was drugged or worse, poisoned. I looked away. And kept looking outside. I sighed as I continued looking at flowers. There were roses, tulips, orchids, jasmines, china rose, marigold, sunflower. Every color of the flower was present. The sunflower was looking just like a donut. And roses were red just like strawberries. And... Get a grip, Sarah. I looked at the table again and sighed again.