Wilted Flower Novels & Stories

It's not hard to find out but it's just hard to find because it's in the middle of the forest. "Are those the flowers?" I asked to be sure even though I was sure. "Yes," Cayden answered me. "Then let's get one so we can get out of here," I promised and immediately went down into the water because it was only shallow. I immediately picked a flower. "August! That's-" "Oh my god! It withered." I screamed because I was surprised when I picked the flower. After all, it withered. What's happening? "Tss. Because you can't pick it up. You can't separate it from the water." Cayden said to me like he was annoyed.

They were women made of glass, women who spent their days reclining on silk cushions, waiting for an Emperor to save them from a passing breeze or a buzzing fly. I had stopped near a large ceramic pot filled with dazzling, vibrant roses. They were loud and proud, shouting their beauty to the sun. But my gaze had been drawn to one specific flower. It was standing out because it was failing. It was wilting, its edges curling inward, losing its battle with the heat. Without thinking, I had plucked it. I brought it up to this very room, laying it on the bedside table. I will nurture you, I had whispered to it. I will bring you back to life. But I had forgotten. The very next day, I had gone to S

Only he doesn't; he keeps on walking out of the door and along the corridor. My grapes have also gone. The stalks look like dead trees on a crumpled brown-paper plain. Beside them, a basket of flowers has started to wilt. The begonias and tulips are losing their petals like fat fan dancers, dusting the top of the table with pollen. A small white card embossed with a silver scroll is wedged between the stems. I can't read the message.

I tried and soon I gave in and let my body give in to the pressure. “Sleep, tomorrow everything will be okay” his words were like a whisper but it was shouting to listen to him. I walk into the garden wall decorated with a variety of beautiful flowers, a white rose captures my attention from afar. Unlike the garden of the dark mansion which wasn't alone, this rose stood alone and was dying from the top right before my eyes. Before I could blink, the petals fell off one after the other and the stem rapidly dried off as if being hexed.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

Her head felt like mud. Suddenly, a thought came to her. It was a gas leak! She quickly wet a towel and used it to cover her mouth and nose before plucking the strength to head downstairs. When she reached the living room, she found Freya who had fainted on the couch. She felt like she was going to pass out again and no longer had the strength to keep her balance. Her legs folded underneath her and she collapsed. She tried to reach for the phone to call the emergency hotline, but her eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

"Yes... yes... I’m okay. I’m just... I’m just..." His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on a cluster of pink and milk-colored petals shivering in the night breeze. Viburnum. They were the same flowers he had seen in the sprawling garden of the Wellman estate—the garden that had felt like a stolen paradise. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingertips barely grazing the delicate, cool petals.

He left her stunned as he took my hand in his and led me out of there into the next class which we had together. A single daffodil was in the plastic flower pot in front of a house I had never seen before. I was sitting on the porch of this house as the sun outside was bright. For some reason unknown to me, I was angry with myself that the flower seemed to be dying. I felt like I was responsible for it. The petals started wilting and the color draining from it. The life slowly slipping away.

He confusingly raised his eyebrow knowing the flower was going to wilt in his hands. "Teacher, give it to Lizzy. I hope you two can stay together forever." She smiled brightly while Zayn glanced at her. He did not know when she grew up into this kind person. "It is not going to wilt." Before Zayn could take the flower, Vikas snatched the flower but as soon as he touched it, the flower because dry and it's petals fell on the ground. "It's not going to work if you snatch it from me." Giselle informed him and then gave another flower to Zayn while Vikas and Love were begging her to put the flowers in their vine.

Around Astar himself. "...will never understand the danger we hide." The battlefield fell utterly silent. Then Maya smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. Nor a cruel one. It was simply… Sad. "You know..." Her fingers gently brushed one of the black blossoms. "King Valir once called me..." She paused. "...a defect." Grey's heart clenched. "Because every flower I touched..." The blossom beneath her fingertips slowly began to shrivel. "...withered." Her eyes lifted to meet Astar's. "He called me..." Another flower blackened. "...the Wilted Flower."