Sunflower Stories Novels & Stories

It had been years since she had last seen snow this heavy, as she dimly recalled. Andrew initially told her the truth on that day. It was colder and the snow was considerably thicker than it was today. He sat at the restaurant that afternoon waiting for her. His ears were crimson, and his hands were rigid. He was a vibrant, carefree who attracted attention simply by standing there. He had his friends bring out a truckload of sunflowers he had prepared for Hadley’s eventual arrival. Those vibrant sunflowers, emblems of life, looked stunning in the expansive snowy landscape. It wasn't even sunflower season, after all.

He was curious about Niffler. … While Cosmo City was in chaos, Alton made an exciting announcement. He took the initiative to hold a large-scale pill-making contest, seemingly wanting to boost the morale of his citizens. The reward was very impressive. As news spread, Philip heard about it. He was surprised by the reward given by the other party. “Not bad. This guy actually has sunflower seeds.” Philip was amazed. This sunflower was quite extraordinary, not at all like the sunflowers in his original world. This flower was oriented toward the sun, grew only in extremely hot places, and had very high medicinal value.

- She tells me and I close my eyes inhaling and focusing on that fragrance - Yeah, I know, but I'm so lost - A tear escaped my eyes - so tired... - I know... focus on the sun, the sunflower will survive as long as there is sun. - I lost my sun, I lost all my stars - I curl up and hug my legs - I'm just a withered flower, a lifeless sunflower, without sun.

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Golden doors that never opened from the inside. The stories came from Freya. Every night before bed, her mother would tell her about the world before King Valir. About streams that sang through ancient trees. About fairies who slept beneath mushrooms. About wolves that watched from a distance but never harmed the Ronas. About Ronas who grew flowers because they loved beauty—not because people paid fortunes to own it. Maya used to beg for the stories over and over again. She wanted details. What color were the houses? How tall were the trees?

That day, Joshua gave me a call. "Sheila's parents helped her out with some cash, and she's opened a tiny flower shop on the edge of town. Feel like dropping by to congratulate her?" I was tending to my peace lily, and I let out a chuckle. "That won't be necessary. She's nobody important." My little studio had blossomed into one of the hottest design firms around, with gigs stretching from coast to coast. I had snagged myself a shiny new pad and a sweet ride, and even got my parents to move in close by.

Some of them have even taken her home and— Cheers erupted again when someone else, a middle-aged woman, stepped onto the stage and Lena stood beside her as she twirled her hair seductively. “Who will be going home with her tonight? Start bidding!” The woman yelled, and I watched as Charles stepped forward excitedly. “Five hundred dollars.” “One thousand dollars!” “Two thousand!” “Three!” “Ten thousand!” Kale, who was watching uninterested, leaned closer to me and whispered. “All this money for one chick? Ain't she too privileged?” He asked and I didn't bother replying to him as I stepped forward slowly. “One hundred thousand dollars,” I announced and the whole room went silent immediately as

I have been married to Paolo for five years now, but never did he give me flowers or cake or anything on our anniversary. Just problems. We are poor, well not something like the poorest of the poor, but we are poor. There were months when we couldn’t pay our electric bills, water bills, and any other bills that we have to pay. And now, Paolo gambled our residence house and lot, leaving us both homeless. Fuck life. So we had to ask for help from his family. And I have to find a job that pays well.

"Please forgive me, okay?" Lucas pleaded. I ignored him and raised a hand to hail a cab. Lucas refused to give up. "If you're still angry, then hit me again. Hit me until you feel better, okay? Jessica, please… I really can't live without you…" A taxi pulled over. I opened the door, then turned and threw the bouquet of roses he had handed me onto the ground. Before leaving, I smiled at him and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you—my father has already withdrawn his investment from your company. And if you dare harass me again, I'll make sure you can never survive in this city."

Sunflower prayed silently. She trusted the man she loved, but he was still just a man. And every man was prone to the picky hands of the Grim Reaper. She couldn’t help the slight anxiety that burdened her soul. But she wasn’t strong enough to make a difference. All she could do was pray for his safety. *Meow* One of the beasts next to Sunflower was Sasha. The vagabond creature returned early this morning as though it had sensed the storm that was coming. Her presence was greatly welcome and she kept Sunflower company. Sasha slightly rubbed her furry body against Sunflower to comfort her favorite buddy.