Wild Flower Novels & Stories

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the pure, rejuvenating air, and set off on her journey. The ground beneath her feet felt soft and welcoming, covered with a thick carpet of moss that cushioned each step. Vibrant wildflowers bloomed along the edges of the winding path she followed, their petals displaying an array of colours, from delicate pastels to bold, vibrant hues. Butterflies fluttered gracefully from flower to flower, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the already enchanting scene.

I go to lie down on her bed and get comfortable when an idea pops in my head. In a split second, I’m appearing in the Kartheca’s garden surrounded by stunning varieties of flora. Tulips, snowdrops, crocuses, lilies and so many more are in full bloom creating a cascade of colours around the garden giving it a somewhat ethereal appearance. I wish Yildiz could see this, it’s a stunning sight.

And Ruth, of course, had followed. Now Scarlet was in the middle of that meadow, waist high in wild flowers, picking all sorts of incredible varieties and putting them in her basket. She was already overjoyed with what she’d found. She had found red and yellow and purple and white flowers. She didn’t know the names of them all, but she knew that some of them were wild roses, others were daffodils, and others were tulips. She marveled at all the different lengths and shapes and sizes, and felt proud of herself as her basket filled up.

In this moment, it looked like a slice of heaven. Milo was rolling around in a patch of wildflowers. Amerie spotted a patch of balsamroot surrounded by the other flowers. They looked like miniature sunflowers. Amerie pulled out the yellow flower petal that had fallen on her earlier and realized it was from a balsamroot flower. She foraged a few to bring back to the house. They had many medicinal properties and were never a bad thing to have around.

She sat up and messes her hair, then lay down again and sat up, repeatedly. "He just called me mimosa. He gives me endearment," she whispered. Maia rolled over again but stopped when she almost fall on her bed. Then, she positioned herself properly in the middle, facing the ceiling. She was still wondering why does the big bad wolf call her that. Mimosa is a yellow flower that is a very powdery, dry, and even dusty scent. It is also straw-like and honeyed. It symbolizes softness, shyness, and good sensibility.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

He watched as she climbed the cliff again, his sharp eyes wide, tracking her every movement, scanning the surroundings as if he could ward off any danger just by sheer focus. This time, Cara reached the plant without trouble. Clinging tightly to the rock with one hand, she stretched the other out, fingertips grazing the vivid red petals that shimmered under the silver moonlight. Only then did she realize there were actually three flowers on the bush. One was still a tiny bud, barely noticeable unless seen up close. Carefully, she plucked the fully bloomed flower. Then, with a bright, triumphant smile, she held it up for Grey Wolf, proudly showing off her prize.

Right there, on my porch, sits a bouquet right on top of my balcony’s railing. Confused, I come out of my house again to look at the flowers. My mind is too chaotic earlier that I am so in a daze and don’t notice it. It is a combination of different wildflowers, nothing fancy, just bright, stubborn things growing in cracked earth. Not a single red rose or gardenia or lily, or any of those expensive, popular flowers. There’s also no suffocating artificial scene on it. Just green stems and petals that don’t apologise for being simple.

Watching him be so tormented with regret, I didn't so much as create a ripple in my heart anymore. I felt like it was time for me to go. At that moment, however, Louis caught sight of something else, hidden in a corner. It was a strand of fur, the color of red wine—a fur color that only belonged to Lily.