Wilting Flower Novels & Stories

It looked nothing like the dying blossom I had hidden away. How? Why? This has to be a bad omen. But before I could process the confusion, something changed. The flower twitched in my palm, twitched, and in the blink of an eye, its vibrant glow darkened. The petals shriveled with unnatural speed, curling inward like fingers burned by fire. They turned black, deep, decaying black, and then crumbled into dust. My breath hitched. I stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at the dead petals falling from my hand like ashes.

I sighed, "I've been better." My eyes were probably puffy and my cheeks tear-stained. He was only asking out of good manners. He sighed before he pushed forward a bunch of flowers in his hand. They were wilted and many of the stalks bent or broken. "They didn't really survive the journey," he said, with gritted teeth. "But I thought you might like them." "They're perfect," I said taking them and looking down at the wilted petals and browning colours. "Thank you."

But I try to keep it alive and still water it every day. I sat down on the chair and looked down at the flower. Next to it is the black orchid I bought. I don't know if it's true, because I've never seen her flower bloom. How come, I don't wake up in the middle of the night. If you wake up, it's morning when the flower folds again. "Why are you dying? I'm watering you," I asked the wilting flower as if it would answer. It's a shame because the flower is beautiful.

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

A daisy, a solitary speck of white and yellow, bloomed prematurely amid the pristine green of Vesna's freshly mowed lawn at home. She shined brightly in the May sun, her golden centre a perfect reflection of the sun above. This trailblazing flower will not last long or even have a brief yet gorgeous life in a daisy chain. If she had bloomed in any other place, she would have been taken out, roots and all, and composted by the end of the day.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

I don’t know why, but it just did. But then I lifted my hand to the flowers and touched my fingers to one of the petals of a vibrant red Carnation. Within a few seconds the Carnation wilted in front of my eyes and the vibrant red turned into a dull brick brown color. And I knew that that’s exactly what I’d do to Anaya if I even breathed the same air as her.

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b

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.

I chuckle in self embarrassment and step down. A bunch of chrysanthemums flowers got pushed into my view, and, my head tilt back before I slowly lift my hands to collect them. My fingers graze through its florets; they were smooth and velvety: Its petals delicate and papery, yet some of its ridges were so pronounced, and folding— There's only one of this type in this world every season. How did he get his hands on it? And this comes every summer which is already over— This flower should have wilted or be wilting right now but it looks just as fresh.