Where The Flowers Bloom Book Novels & Stories

> thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The rhythm was there, but faint — trembling beneath the concrete. She closed her eyes, let her warmth flow through her palms, and began to hum. Her voice was soft, a lullaby she remembered from Kaela’s book. As she sang, the air shimmered faintly. A single flower bloomed through a crack in the road. Golden. Alive. The next morning, workers passing by stopped and stared. None could explain how life had grown from stone, but for some reason,

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.

A tiny bloom pushing through the thawed earth, a single stubborn flower with petals like fire and sun. My breath catches. “It’s the first one,” he says. He lets me go and I kneel slowly, brushing my fingers over the bloom’s velvety surface. My heart stirs. The snow is melting, the world is waking. It is a new beginning. Goddess, it is indeed a new beginning.

The page was labeled as ‘redoca’, she turned the page and she smelled a different smell, more spicy and stinging, that page was labeled as ‘geory’. “This is a book of flowers, it contains all the flowers that are found in the kingdoms,” one the maids, whose name Erica recalled as Jenny was standing at the door. Clio was standing beside her, smiling. “How do the pages smell like the distinct flowers?” Erica asked and Jenny shrugged, “Like always, they always smell like that.” She said and Erica frowned. “I guess the book here are just as magical like the place,” she said and Clio and Jenny nodded in union. “You said kingdoms?” Erica said and Clio nodded, “Yes, there are seven kingdoms like th

She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Five of them now. Each bloom a different color. Crimson. Violet. Cerulean. Pale gold. Ink black. All curling from different books, petals growing like they’d always belonged there. Sea Glass Psalms. The Edge of Dusk. Forgotten Bodies. Every book Aria had buried a piece of herself in — every one of them blooming with impossible color. A spectrum of memories. Of lovers.

"I know your parents had you swallow books by the dozen. Just never imagined they’d be about flowers." "I know you're joking, but you're not that far off. At age fifteen, I was The University of Caines’ youngest and brightest student when I started. Believe me, Mary’s list of books I had to have read by age ten had nothing to do with flowers. I learned about them quite recently actually. Figured it would be useful to know about flowers for particularly difficult women." "I'd hardly say I've been difficult. I shamelessly invited you into my pants." He gently laid his hands to rest on her lower back, taking in the way her eyes sparkled with joy as she smelled the flowers. She deserved more tha

I opened it and disappeared from site. As usual I went back to my best place. The place that I always feel at home. When I arrived there, the flowers had wonderfully bloomed and their scent was quite intoxicating. I squatted down to get the flower that was near. I couldn’t reach it, so I tried once again to reach it. This time, I saw a pair of shoes walk towards me as the hands plucked it and handled it to me. I gazed at the mam then at the flower in my hand.

Nevena subconsciously stood up when she saw at the far end of the flower garden that a flower which had not bloomed, suddenly bloomed… "Wow," she gasped when the pink petals sprouted from the flower. "Beautiful isn't it?" Kamala hugged her from behind. Nevena nodded in excitement, still amused by what was happening. "Yes…but why did it stop blooming?" She asked when she saw the flowers suddenly stopped blooming midway…

REBECCA I lay in my cozy bed, engrossed in the captivating pages of the book I was reading. Suddenly, my door swung open without warning, jolting me upright and causing the book to slip from my grasp, silently landing on the mattress. My heart pounded against my chest, its rhythm loud and erratic. In walked Lynda, her face beaming with excitement, clutching a magnificent bouquet of delicate pink and white flowers in her hands. "Artemy got you flowers!" she exclaimed.

I wanted to touch him, to know what it would feel like and sound like to return the favor. And then, there were the flowers. I couldn't shake the idea that they weren't there the night before. Who would plant flowers like that, in such a specific pattern, in the middle of the night? Were we being followed? Was it some magical creature I didn't know the name of? The earth hadn't been churned as if it had been dug, so I felt certain the flowers managed to sprout there in their places. It wasn't natural though. As I studied the way the wildflowers grew in the ditches, none of them looked like the ones that had grown near me. None of them grew in patterns and shapes like the ones at our last cam