Unbloomed Flowers Novels & Stories

The plate rack was placed right before the cooker. Dappled sunlight trickled into the kitchen through the window blinds. At the extreme end of the kitchen cabinet were two flower vases filled with blooming jasmines. I had made sure to water them that morning. The kitchen lights shone on the sparkling kitchen tiles of brown and creamy colours.

We both breathed the morning fresh air as we hovered in that position, appreciating our freshly remodeled yards for my garden. Amongst all the flowers in the yard, there is one that is too inconspicuous to be acknowledged by everyone. It is also splendid, but only for those who have a strong desire for flowers; it is not enticing enough for those who buy flowers for a display or for a special occasion. This bud blooms graciously and encompasses the yard with light-skinned petals surrounding the mustard-colored circle that tends to attract bees.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

She plucked one. The glow of the flower dimmed faintly in her hand.There was power in it. Without Gina noticing, she carefully slipped the flower into satchel. ——— Later that night—At the Blackmoon Pack Library… Laura sneaked into the library. She sat by the heart a sack of old leather-bounds times beside her. She picked few books about herbs. One of the books had what she was looking for. Solaris Bloom. It was also known as “The Flames of Renewal”the Bloom is a rare flower said to glow with the last breath of a fallen star.Known for its potent restorative properties.

************************************************** The next morning, I returned back to med school. Standing inside the lab, I stared down at the small glowing flower resting carefully inside a glass container. The Lunaris Bloom. It was rare, delicate, and nothing like anything I had worked with before. Its petals were soft silver with a faint blue glow at the edges, and it only survived in very specific conditions. That was the problem. I adjusted the tools in front of me and tried again. First, I changed the temperature settings in the preservation chamber. Nothing. Then I adjusted the humidity level, watching the readings carefully as I recorded every change.

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.

With a determined yet gentle stride, he ventured into the field, his keen eyes seeking the perfect bloom to present. As he meandered through the sea of wildflowers, the delicate fragrance of the blossoms wafted through the air, leaving a trail of nature's perfume in his wake. The sunlit petals danced in harmony with the wind, creating an ethereal spectacle that framed Liam's silhouette against the picturesque landscape. After a thoughtful search, his fingers delicately traced the contours of a pristine blossom. With a skilled pluck, he liberated the flower from its earthly tether. Cradling the bloom in his hand like a precious gem, he returned to where I awaited, the flower a symbol of the f

Katie disclosed, her tone carrying a hint of nostalgia. Raven furrowed her brow in confusion. There indeed was a florist shop located in front of the university gate, but as far as she knew, the shop mainly sold roses in different colors and a few other common flower varieties whose names she recognized. This particular flower she was looking at now, however, was unfamiliar to her. It wasn't something she had ever seen in that shop before. Furthermore, Raven had noticed that the florist hadn't been around for several weeks. It was as if she had disappeared without a trace and hadn't returned since then.

In the centre of the field, etched into a circle of stone, was one phrase written in Kaima’s simple, block-sign: “Let the bloom choose.” Ari arrived hours later. She sat beside the field. The petals didn’t bend toward her, didn’t shimmer at her presence. But they didn’t close, either. They were waiting. Not for a leader. Not for a plan. For a choice. Across the world, other blooms began to do the same. Stop responding. Stop echoing. Not dead. Still. And then, over time, each bloom began to resonate to specific people not with power, but with recognition.

Meanwhile, the epiphyllum had fully bloomed, its fragrance even stronger now. Annabelle excitedly called for Kendrick to look. She crouched in front of the flower like a child, the flower buds large enough to be cupped in both hands, the pure white petals striking in their beauty. She continued her earlier thoughts, "I think the meaning behind the epiphyllum is great. If you’re going to bloom, bloom in the most beautiful way. It’s like a sudden, breathtaking moment of brilliance. The flower’s bloom is short, but so stunning and unforgettable, making people cherish it even more. Don’t you think?"