Unbloomed Flowers Novels & Stories

I can't; my legs have locked in place, my whole body caught somewhere between reverence and disbelief. The voice fades the way it came — not abruptly, but like a held breath finally released, the silver light softening back into ordinary daylight. And in its wake, all across the open field, flowers bloom. Not planted. Not grown. Bloomed, instantly, impossibly, pale silver-white blossoms breaking through packed dirt and stone alike, climbing the fence posts, threading through the crowd's bowed heads like the earth itself decided to mark the moment. Someone near the front starts to weep. I don't think they know why.

I smirked. "Why do you find them intriguing?" He asked. "Oh.." "You'll never know what flower a bud is going to turn into." I said and he hummed softly. "It's sometimes like human relationship." I said. " When you see it for the first time, you're curious to know what kind of flower it is, so you keep checking, watering it and nuturing it just so it would bloom and when it blooms, it's so beautiful that you feel satisfied that all the time you used on it didn't go to waste." I explained.

An unassuming, unsophisticated testament of the life cycle. But this third volume that lay before me had a brilliantly colored cover. It showed a blossom of some unknown flower, large and healthy in full bloom, its petals cast with gilded gold as if shining in the bright morning sun. The plant was somehow breathtaking, standing out against the muted meadow that lay in the background. It breathed vitality and strength, tall with deep green leaves. And it stood alone, independent from the competing growth around it. This plant was at the peak of it's life, outshining everything else.

Stanley walked towards the garden where he spotted Kimberly. "Good morning," she said and continued watering the flowers she bought yesterday. ‘These flowers are so beautiful, don’t you think they need protection?’ he asked and she was confused. ‘I mean, they look beautiful and innocent so many insects will want to ruin them. And we might be thinking that the flowers are innocent but they might just be showing a camouflage of fake life’ he kept saying but Kimberly was confused, how does fake life connect with flowers?

The glowing emerald light shifted into a spectrum of colors the Gutter had never seen: deep violets, vibrant oranges, and a green so pure it looked like liquid sunlight. ​"Look!" Kael shouted, pointing toward the edge of the district. ​From the ruins of an old Directorate concrete-block, a flower was growing. It wasn't a crystalline Ash-Born bloom. It was a Rose. A simple, red, fragile rose that didn't need a frequency to survive. It just needed the earth. ​The Great Awakening

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

She already excites with the word of 'flower', upon hearing 'orchid' and 'lupines' her eyes shone even more. "Uh... Sure. But I have to remind you that they are still in the infancy stage. So you won't see the flowers blooming yet." she reminded her mother-in-law. "It's okay. You just have started, of course, the flowers haven't bloomed."

“Are these the flowers you told me about?” A small smile formed on my face at the question, as I joined him in flower watching. “Yes. These are a special kind of flowers called ‘dandelions’,” I explained. “Unlike most flowers, this one blooms in two stages. Right now, we’re looking at the first stage of blooming.” Justin’s eyes widened at my explanation, his awe growing more. “Wow… Will I be able to see its next blooming stage?” “Yes, of course.” Justin looked back up at me and asked, “Where do we go from here?”

This is creation unleashed. The flowers loom, towering like gods, their heads heavy and swaying. Petals curl in on themselves, ribbon candy dipped in oil, shimmering with colors I have no names for. Mauves that burn gold at the edges, blues so deep they go violet, then vanish. Some shift when I look directly at them, pulsing and breathing, resenting the attention I’m lavishing on them. Burning starts behind my eyes, the sting of unspent tears blurring my vision. I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment.