Sunflowers Bloom At Night Novels & Stories

But they quickly finish their work and I am blissfully alone, the crunching of the gravel below my feet the only sound as the noise of the ballroom fades away behind me. The evening has progressed into twilight now and the fireflies are starting to shake the sleep from their wings. I smile, lifting a hand to trace one’s path as it gently drifts through the air. Quite suddenly, I remember a very specific, very rare variety of rose that only opens its flowers at night, one of Angeline’s favorites.

He sits beside me on the warm stone and he gives me one and he wraps both hands around his own and he looks at the tall plant. The flowers. Third day. Still here. "How many hours?" I say. "Until they close?" He considers. "By this evening. They close at the amber hour of the third day — the specific temperature drop triggers it. The flowering is timed to the light, not the calendar." He looks at the flowers. "Tonight." I look at the flowers. At the small white blooms with their yellow centres. At everything that has been going down for years in order to produce three days of this.

Wherever she is, she’s sure of one thing: this place is not for humans. Even though she's ignorant of so many things, they don't need to tell her everything just to know something. “Am I d-dead?” she asked without even thinking again while looking at her surroundings. In the place where they were standing, there were a variety of flowers of which she knew a few because of her grandmother. Ipomoea alba, also called moonflower or tropical white morning glory, blooms only in the late afternoon until night.

Maybe it’s just the atmosphere! “For you,” he adds. He takes my hand and places the flower in it. The flower looks like a rose, but instead of red, its color is white. “It’s called Queen of the Night,” he informs. “It only blooms once every one or two years. It’s a nocturnal cactus.” “Okay,” I say, staring at it because I don’t want to look at him. He takes another step towards me and then takes my other hand. With his proximity, I forgot to breathe and I make the mistake of looking into his eyes, and now I am trapped in it.

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

Brynn Hollis' POV The stars fell all night. Not like meteors—slow, deliberate, like tears from the sky. They drifted down, silent and beautiful, landing in the meadow, the forest, the frozen wastes. Where they touched, the ground warmed. Flowers bloomed in the snow. Luna Rose did not sleep. She stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the sky, her small body trembling with vision-light. Mira's wolves gathered around her, watching.

A shape slips into my thoughts, late on a Thursday. It does not knock. Up there in the sunroom, I hold a plant book but do not really read. Light pours down through the panels, heating my arms. A drawing catches my eye - strange flower, opens only at night - and then everything splits apart. A shape appears - soft, light-colored flower parts. Then without warning, the air carries a burnt scent.

but going this way is absolutely worth it! Shawn and Michelle always bared the extra time for me knowing it's my second favorite place and especially when we all get to peer across the countless beauty of the moon glory flowers. They only open up during the night and when the moon is at it's fullest and brightest. The field looks like its, littered with stars across the forest floor. The moonlight reflects off the white of the flowers just perfectly causing an ethereal glow in the dark. The glowing white light with its sweet smell of honey suckle causes you to feel heavenly in a dreamy wonderland. I could sit there for hours just marveling in it's beauty and I know they both would sit with m

Contained in the pool of light was a simple rustic table with a long golden box placed upon it, stood on top of the box was a small vase containing a single white flower, its petals closed giving the impression it was sleeping. Brother Andrew saw Annie staring at the flower. “Ipomoea alba.” he said quietly. Annie frowned at him questioningly. “Or more commonly known as the Moonflower, it only blooms at night, its petals open when the moon rises.” he explained. “It is said that Menai wore them in her hair.”

The next morning, I found myself dressing up, leaving Kol behind to catch a few extra minutes of sleep; he needed it more than I did. Today, I was going to visit the garden. I made my way to my moonflowers, my favourite spot. Their blossoms only appeared at night, quickly fading with dawn, but the scent lingered; it grounded me. They were like gentle, stubborn things that glowed in the dark. A maid nearby then came up to me with a small smile on her lip. "Luna," she said, with a slight bow. "We had a new flower bloom overnight." I blinked. "A new flower?"