Unbloomed Flowers Novels & Stories

"It wants a universe that *renews*. No more Hunger. No more Silence. Just... growth." The heart contracts, spraying liquid light. Where droplets hit the ground, flowers erupt-mutant things with teeth and talons. The Bloom isn't a Seed. It's a *collector*. --- **The Fractured Chorus** The survivors who followed us fall first. Talin reaches for a flower, its petals cooing like a dove. It bites off his fingers. Chaos erupt, the flowers attacking, their roots spearing through chests and skulls. Lira watches, delighted, as the lattice absorbs the dead, their faces joining the chorus in the thorns.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

She licked it and raised her eyebrow. “Why does my blood be tasteless?” she shook her head and shrugged. She continued arranging the roses while humming. She paused and turned to the left side. She closed her eyes and heightened her hearing ability. She opened her eyes and smiled. “I see, they are early. Excited, huh?” she said and dropped the roses, the flower that she unlike. She went out of her house. Bulwarks were running and screaming. Some of them bumped at her but she only smiled and continued walking.

He didn’t know that. She adore flowers! The times that She had been given flowers was very limited and it was always a bouquet or something dark which She knew wouldn’t last long. Cut flowers are nice to look at, of course, but watching a flower grow is something completely different. This particular tulip was on the verge of blossoming and still had its roots so that it could be planted.

He explained to me that he left before I had woken up, he never really told him where he was heading to. “I brought you flowers Nat, the situation yesterday must have made me forgot about the flowers" I grabbed the bouquet of flowers away from his hands. “It is pretty, pretty flowers" I said with a smile, going on to inhale the scent of the bouquet of roses I held. “Ofcourse it is, pretty, just the way you are" He stretched forth his hands to touch my cheek. It felt very tender. “You are like a rose, far more prettier than a rose" He continued, ruffling my hair in affection and playing with my nose.

We went to the garden. The east beds first, the October Friday morning, the colchicum corner. The bloom was fully faded now, the stem going the dried wheat color, the seed head forming. The cycle completing itself. The flower done, the leaves still weeks away, the in-between state of the plant after the bloom and before the next stage. I crouched at the edge. He stood beside me. “It’s finished,” I said. “The bloom,” he said. “Not the plant.” I looked at the faded stem.

It was furnished with the best exterior and interior designs, giving it a fanciful look. I decided to book the hotel garden. It was so serene and surrounded by beautiful flowers. The sweet scents of rose, daisy and tulips rented the air. Colourful butterflies danced around the attractive ornaments. The fresh air and tranquility the garden gave was exactly what Granny needed. Behind us were four bodyguards while granny's nanny sat beside her. I smiled as I watched my folks talk and laugh out loud. I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with them. It wasn't something I was always chanced to do due to my busy schedule at work.